Do not die
Wheeze back breathe of life,
Open wide thine two eyes
For healing's ne'er in knife;
Nor needle that goes in either
Black storms that come will past,
So long- It's temporal;
Naught below welkin stays last
Things will get better rekindle thy hope;
Lard pig may come flying high as nape,
Cold slow snail may speed and lope;
Wake, uncoffin thyself from this drape,
Beggars known may come to give;
The deserts lown may surge tide
The dead may still again live;
With strong faith, ride on, ride
Just once more, you may- try,
No man's birthed to die, do not die.
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