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What lies beyond this last breath,
But emptiness and regrets?
Those memories, hard to catch;
Those petals… still as my Death.
In the echoes of church bells,
So many tales yet to tell –
Of the times before I fell,
Of the times when all was well.
Triumph wilting at the Gate,
To rest gently as my Fate.
Daydreams, laughter of an Age…
To be forgotten today.
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