It was 12:30 of mid noon.
The church bell sound a melancholy woe;
Calling the people out for homage !
To bid for his eternal rest .
How quiet dead was where soil is men grow
A woe as from a tomb did I not know
Seeing each other tears in awe .
Now he will rest in Elysium
Like a cloud in a clear skies.
which is mystery to a mankind.
My Grandpa ! my teller of stories .
what is left of us when we take the walk
Would it be iconic if they make movies on you .
But woe is me ! i am but as a boy .
There is no other place like your heart !
The one with a heart of Gold .
Dear Grandpa ! Your tomb sacred
Than the isle of Delos .
But though thee gone and beneath deep.
You shall remain a light house to my heart.
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