Dong-Ju, Yoon
To all the dying people
Put on the black clothes
To all the living people
Put on the white clothes
And put them to sleep
At the same bedroom, aligning them
If they weep,
Then please, nurse them
Now if the daybreaks will draw near,
Then the bugle-sounds echo on your ear.
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