a time for everything, for the things that pass, the things that end,
they could never get me to understand that, the things that stir,
depart, return, a light changing, they could never get me to see that,
and death into the bargain, a voice dying, that’s a good one, silence at
last, not a murmur, no air, no one listening, not for the likes of me,
amen, on we go.