I am a seed sown in a woman's womb
By time destined, I bud as spring's flower
With time gentle strides, I haste to my tomb
How then can I spend the bloom of my youth?
What good myself can before the hour,
When age will have me mirrored in gapped tooth?

If dying a must, and I fain to live
If I be weeped and to heaven return.
What history of me will the world believe
Sudden and sadly if pages be burn?

What on Earth can gladly my tale retold?
Dead, in my heir's soul I relive again
On blessed mother Earth here I remain,
Haply my tale be precious as a gold

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