They carry me away
I know not where.
My soul is dead
(it sits like a ghost in a chair) .
My heart is broken
(it does not beat) .
Here lies the body
Hidden, under a sheet.
My life drifts in sadness,
Washed in eternity's tears.
(I'm lost and have been
For at least a thousand years)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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