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| 357c9ba | A lark, caught in a hunter's net Sang sweeter then than ever, As if the falling melody Might wing and net dissever At dusk the hunter took his prey, The lark his freedom never. All birds and men are sure to die But songs may live forever. | death song lark melody songs-may-live-forever sad | Ken Follett |