Aryanna

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Aryanna died when she was born,
Reminding us how briefly we are here.
Years, like minutes, cannot last for long;
A note is no less precious than a song,
Nor for her early death was she less dear.
Now what we can do for her is mourn,
As she is salient only to our tears.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.

Video Music: Sovereign Quarter. By Kevin MacLeod.
Performed by Kevin MacLeod
at the Free Music Archive under an Attribution license.



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