The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached
Unlocked her silent throat
Leaning her breast
Against the ready shore,
Thus sung her first an last,
And sung no more:
Farewell, all joys
O death, come close mine eyes
More geese than swan now live,
More fools than wise.
When death approached
Unlocked her silent throat
Leaning her breast
Against the ready shore,
Thus sung her first an last,
And sung no more:
Farewell, all joys
O death, come close mine eyes
More geese than swan now live,
More fools than wise.
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