Black painted hearse idles slowly
Procession follows at a morbid pace
The
Floods of tears oppose your beauty
Condoling this love which lay
The voice of a choir, echoes unto me
With resplendence, a
Heads bowed
A moment of bitterness overcomes me
The object is there
It was and shall ever remain
As distant as the stars
For
Sensations of immaculate thought
Dwell once more within
The mountains lower heav
Sometimes I feel, long ago life took the last breath
You shall be cast down
Before even dreams were dreamt of
There
When the watesr cover the earth once more
And the great
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