The Manner Of My Death

The world is a book ,
And I just a page.
I am just a sparrow ,
A prisoner of this cage.

When my time is up ,
I will not be sorry.
I will walk peacefully ,
On paths of glory.

The manner of my death ,
Will be in fact , extraordinary
Sparrows will sing elegies ,
And pages will continue my story.

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