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04-The Field Where I Died
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I estimate their works and them So rightly, that at times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages' way And tread once more familiar paths Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago And in that act, a prayer for one more chance went up so earnest, so… Take my hand, follow me To the place where I lie You will see, you will hear The last one mans cry In other life I was here standing by As were you wonder why Come to field where I died Instinct with better light led in by death, That life was blotted out-not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain Dim memories, the goal in sight again All which, indeed is foolish, and only means The flesh I wear, the earth I tread are not more clear to me Than my belief Explained to you or no Grab my hand, follow me To the place where I lie You will see, you will hear The last one man’s cry In other life I was here standing by As were you wonder why Come to field where I died Now follow me To the place where I lie You will see, you will hear The last one man’s cry In other life I was here standing by Once again we will come To the field where I died