L.G.C., O.M.D.

Little Girl Crying: For what reason are you dying, my cousin thrice removed?
Old Man Dying: For what reason are you now weeping, my cousin thrice removed?
LGC: Tears must come to us all
OMD: Death must come to us all
LGC: I cry for you make me a sorrow
OMD: I am dying to put the end to my sorrows
LGC: I will feel our separation
OMD: I have accepted what pain of death
LGC: Where will you go?
OMD: Where will you be?
LGC: I guess I'll take your place
OMD: I will be cut off from our living land
LGC: Your family needs your stories
OMD: My friends need a friend
LGC: I've learned them through these months
OMD: You'll meet them through these months
Both: But they will die
Both: One by one
Both: Mostly old to young
Both: The chain will break
LGC: I will die
OMD: You will die
LGC: And that is why I cry
OMD: That is why I die