As I lay in sodden leaf
these final words I do bequeath.
I never needed claws and teeth,
yet I was a lion once.
Wandering on that misty moor,
the wind it howled, the rain did pour
and all cowered at my mighty roar
Yes, I was a lion once.
No prey on which I did depend,
my power only to defend,
I fought until this sorry end
for I was a lion once.
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