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Some days are born to never

Some nigths come to lift us

Bells and winds

Funeral and tears

Today sang the dead

Sleeps living

Tomorrow all will fall

Funeral work has been applauded

Applauded for the dead

Lamented by living of my soul

The funeral work that echoes endless

Echoes as the death

Laments now living

The gifts are designed

Fall and Sentence

The shadow still reign

And the funeral works, perpetuates the fallen...