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Have you not waited there too long,

Little brother of mine,

With a spirit too weak in a world too strong?

You do not play as you used to do

When you and I were an army of two.

Surely you dally there too long,

Little brother of mine.

Death is an old benevolent king,

Little brother of mine,

And around his throne the children sing.

Time, life's sullen minister,

Dulls the heart and dulls the hair,

But does not stand before my king,

Little brother of mine.

Hopes we cherish down below,

Little brother of mine,

Melt in manhood like the snow.

Tranquil in inexperience,

Call on Death for your defence,

And leave the tangle down below,

Little brother of mine.

Forgotten laughter, remembered tears,

Little brother of mine,

Would be the burden of your years.

So let us play together again

With a child's swift joy and swifter pain,

And reckon no more of months and years,

Little brother of mine.