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Without candles it has no light

Without music it's just silence

Without flowers it has no romance

It has no face or hand

It's just grief and end

Before that day it was a phrase, a sweet twilight

But since you're gone

Death is not a symbol anymore...

So I know

The blackness swallows the light

The true existence is non-existence

I leave the poems when the stage empties

No bells echoes my voice

Death has no romance, it's not a symbol anymore

Neither angels nor God

Only tears of porcelain figurines

There is no glory to it

There is no beauty to it

The childish illusions fade away

When you face it real