T-ill tear drops its last,
O-ne moan comes from cry;
N-o wonder nor surprise,
Y-our wail is seen in the eye.
H-orrors of tragedies
O-r disasters do happen;
L-ife on earth is fret-fraught,
L-etting you hear the siren.
O-n the twenty-fifth of May, begin to forget the past;
N-o more pain in heaven, till tear drops its last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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