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They Die

All tears, restrained for years

Their grief is confined

Which destroys my mind



An ode to their plight is this dirge

Some yearn for lugubrious silence

Serenity in the image of the coffins



Shall life renew these bodies of a truth?

All death will he annul, all tears assuage?

Fill the void veins of life, again with youth

And wash with an immortal water, age

They die

Anathema

They Die / Anathema

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