Silly butterfly burned out on a candle
Hot and heated coal, smoky little circles
Little star has fallen in puddle near porch
The squad hasn’t noticed the soldier’s lost
Deadman hasn’t revived, sick man hasn’t bent over
Sighted hasn’t blind, sleepman hasn’t got up
Cheerfully brave hearts were walked from the coast
The squad hasn’t noticed the soldier’s lost
There was no more native, there was no more prettily
There was no more sick, there was no more happily
There was no beginning, ending was no most
The squad hasn’t noticed the soldier’s lost