Birds on a March Evening

Birds on a March evening.

Such beauty and grieving

For we all must sleep,.

Sometimes I almost weep

For birds in the evening

Will sing on

When I am gone.

Yet this night

I shall take delight

In evening birds.

For the graveyard plot

Has no song.

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