Scrolling through the life chart a mourn in my eyes
Earth's fading tranquility mark incredible open of the golden bowl
It's unholy conceal-rescue as men put mourn in their chest and ladies in their hands
Shrubbery-pattern come the heavenly home
As daydream beacon the departing sunlight
Setting the waive of surrounding empathy
Telling tales of forever commemoration
As the last-but-one second battles the closure of the golden bowl,
demarcating the eternal separation
As fire-fly vies the departed soul
Sleeping in the bosom of death.
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