Mourning poem
There is no such thing as death
In nature nothing dies;
From each sad remnant of decay
Some forms of life arise
The little leaf that falls
All brown and sere to earth
Ere long with mingle with the buds
That give the flower its birth.
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Mourning and Mourners
In nature nothing dies;
From each sad remnant of decay
Some forms of life arise
The little leaf that falls
All brown and sere to earth
Ere long with mingle with the buds
That give the flower its birth.
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Mourning and Mourners
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