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 and last and sung no more:
Farewell, all joys; O death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise
When death approached, unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the ready shore
Thus sung her first and last and sung no more:
Farewell, all joys; O death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise
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