Undertone of tolling bells,
a flute blown sad and low
little flowers sway in stands
as mourning sighs will blow
to measured step of escort
that march beside a grave,
bugle call free last salute
leave flag all to be saved…
All of love lives in fear
the day they come to know
a spouse's little whisper…
My Love, it's soon I go.
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A motive to mercy can bring many things,
healing of heartbreak, mending of wings;
Her motive to mercy will touch many hearts,
working the will of compassions' fine part;
Know motive to mercy will noble bells ring,
fly sorties of angel, glove hands of the king;
Yet motive to mercy must know of her fate,
successful of tenure diminishing state;
For motive to mercy to self holding true
lays herself down to sleep in the dews
by hero of sword when no tyrant in view
lest life overdrawn offer suffering anew.
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