I
On this bed
Sleeps an older bird
His home was once a nest
But here, he lays to rest
II
Upon this chest
Lays a precious pearl
Yesterday, he sucked the milky earth
Today, he drank dreary death.
III
Don’t cry when you see the grave
For it is made for the brave
Life comes and go like rain
So will you when your breath is slain
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