He fought like those Who’ve nought to lose lyrics

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He fought like those Who've nought to lose
Bestowed Himself to Balls
As One who for a further Life
Had not a further Use

Invited Death—with bold attempt
But Death was Coy of Him
As Other Men, were Coy of Death
To Him—to live—was Doom

His Comrades, shifted like the Flakes
When Gusts reverse the Snow
But He—was left alive Because
Of Greediness to die