Wither and fall like an autumn leaf,
This deep sorrow,this painful grief,
Ardent memories in the dark,
Burn and die,spirit of the wild wind that is no more,
Let me go,let death take its roughshod course,
Ha ha ha ha,can you feel it,the enfeeblement of life out of me,
So sweet,so slackening,close the box,hammer in the nails,
Let me go meet my maker,weep not,remit till never,
Like footprints washed away on the sandy shores by the Seas' riposte,
Sadly i utter, do-not long for all the yesterdays,
Neither Linger on my memories for i never had any to begin with,
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