in the pale shadow of death's grim reaping,
when tomorrows fade into yesteryear
and memories have lost their meaning,
who then to mourn the poet's solitary tear?
shall the beauty of life's short melody
be fated for silent oblivion,
or dare we hope for something more -
even as the soul of valor ascends?
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