This is a note from the grave, stranger
It tells you to live each moment full and well
Take life by the scruff, with disregard for danger
This is a note from the grave, stranger
My shout has receded…an echo, now, in a shell
Love life, love now, for age is a cruel changer
This is a note from the grave, stranger
You too, will die. Hark to the tolling bell
Be you tumbleweed, or straw in a warm manger
This is a note from the grave, stranger
Love life, love now, for age is a cruel changer
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