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Be calm...

The light you see, it's gone.

Is fading away like the most genuine smiles

Printed on your face, they were...

Now replaced by restless candors

And anguished silences...

We all watch

The Ballad of Hanged Men.

O my dear sun

Thy light of yours I don't see anymore

Overshadowed by quiet, slick bodies

Left by the Ballad of Hanged Men.

Look Mom.

There are suspended Bodies, I told her

Slowly squeezing more and more

The rope that my neck held

Because I wanted to do the Ballad of Hanged Men...