Three score and ten are given to man,
yet ours is a far briefer span.
So, though I give you all my heart,
The time will come when we must part.
But all around you, you shall see,
creatures that speak to you of me;
a wounded cat, a hunted thing,
A sparrow with a broken wing ...
Pity - and help (I know you will)
And somehow, I will be with you still;
And I shall know, although I'm gone,
The love I gave you lingers on.

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