Birth Be Proud

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Oh birth, as adamant as Lucifer

You are the machine of the creator

Like death you are mighty but not dreadful

You open hearts making them so joyful

You make all souls discover a new world

From long monthly sleep, light you will unfold

You will wake up bones and give hearts fresh air

Thou art the slave to life, oh my sweet dear

Sometimes death and sickness may walk your way

To dwell in bodies, so they will not play

And upon them poppies will build houses

And after their death, you will come back, please

To wake up many for eternity

And kill their death with your supremacy

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