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Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown / Who lies here with no stone to mark the place.
As a boy reckless and wanton, / Wandering with gun in hand through the forest / Near the mansion of Aaron Hatfield, / I shot a hawk perched on the top / Of a dead tree.
He fell with guttural cry / At my feet, his wing broken.
Then I put him in a cage / Where he lived many days cawing angrily at me / When I offered him food.
Daily I search the realms of Hades / For the soul of the hawk, / That I may offer him the friendship / Of one whom life wounded and caged.