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It Is But Coming and Going
It is but coming and going;
Laughing or weeping;
In dark or day!
Life is but a lay:
Rings sad or gay.
Depending on our singing.
Dikter om ämnet: weeping
Dikter om ämnet ”weeping” på Poets.by.
Fear
The odor of death
In the front of my body.
The odor of death
Before me —
Is there any one
Who would weep for me?
My wife
Would weep for me.