When death comes and whispers to me, "Thy days are ended," let me say to him, "I have lived in love and not in mere time." He will ask, "Will thy songs remain?" I shall say, "I know not, but this I know that often when I sang I found my eternity."
Final Songs
by Lowell Liebermann (b. 1961)
1. When death comes and whispers to me  [sung text checked 1 time]
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- by Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941), no title
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Many red devils ran from my heart And out upon the page, They were so tiny The pen could mash them. And many struggled in the ink. It was strange To write in this red muck Of things from my heart.
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- by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900)
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If I cried out in anger against music [ ... ]
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- by Robert Graves (1895 - 1985), copyright ©
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- by Rod Jellema , copyright ©
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- by Randall Jarrell (1914 - 1965), copyright ©
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This text may be copyright, so we will not display it until we obtain permission to do so or discover it is public-domain.6. There was a man with tongue of wood  [sung text checked 1 time]
There was a man with tongue of wood Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there was one who heard The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood And knew what the man Wished to sing, And with that the singer was content.
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- by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900), no title, appears in War Is Kind and Other Lines, no. 16, first published 1899
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