Life is brief
So we grief
The grave hunt her prey
Savaging cave for ravages
The grave our Paradise
To them that sleeps at old
A wave descending parasite;
Suckling breathe of life behold.
Death is the end of all
The grave our resting home
This beauty is now a grape that fall
When darkness drizzling dew hove
This beauty spirit shall resorts in silent moves.
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