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And she sang a beautiful song and then passed from here

like a swalow through th sky

and over the bodies of bloody trees...

don't say that was a dream, a handsome wraith

or the last screen of a termless scene

for the shines of a morbid sun in fall

horizon is a dungeon to naught

so I searched for my burned wings

to flay, to escape from here with the mourner winds

-but- why all my prays will turn to curse against

myself?...against myself...

her divine spell had a feeling so vague

such inchoate story of ashes and dust

a rapture such sinking at eternal dream

by the end for depression and fading in dusk

now vailing is no more my calmness and rest

as torn soul has bleeding, the wings are too broken

then I've searchd for a window to escape from myself

-but- she wrote on my skin that suicide is the way...

I've a secret among all secrets

like a blue rose among all the red roses

I'll show you a pathway to return to the timeless moments

mourner queen of sorrow, watch the youthfull blossoms

and its mortal vernal hopes, at the depth of coldest ground

where the roses are plaintful forever...