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Life, my dear, is the most precious gift of all

Given as easily as a smile

And taken as easily as a stride

Tears will fill the whole blank pages

Of a child's memory taken too soon

We are left with a void in the eye

Of the tormented lost boy

Reaping the seed of hate and pain

And the moment comes all too soon

When we wear the black shrouds

And we walk down the final aisle

Paying tribute to fallen Gods

Hush my child screams will fill the cold night

And hide the feelings of betrayed empathy