On Hearing Birdsong

On hearing birdsong

I am glad

That I am here

To hear

Their sad, glad song.

We die

And our love

Dies with us.

No, it lives on

When we are gone

In those we love.

And the birds

Sing on

With no care

For where

We have gone.

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