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"I'll stir a scented column here."

"With rain I'll spray the black draped bier."

"The needed garlands I have tied."

"I'll place them on the coffin there."

"Our tiny lights will be our share."

"I shall awake the drums' deep din."

"The grave my digging shall provide."

"I'll spread the mound, the grave to hide."

"In time to feast we'll flutter in."

"With honored rites he'll pass away. The fading moon now slowly dies, And the morning star awakes the skies, Again 'tis day! Again 'tis day."

"Again 'tis day Again 'tis day."