The sound of birds whistling in the morning doesn't sound as melodious as usual.
The sound of green leaves in the wind is not as calm as yesterday morning.
I no longer hear the sound of a spoon stirring a coffee cup.
I don't see that shady face full of smiles again.
This morning feels so different from yesterday morning.
I feel like I still haven't received all of this.
The middle-aged man disappeared from this place.
He didn't say goodbye to me, without permission.
This morning I heard the news of your departure, not gone for a while.
Now you're going to a place where no one can reach you.
I just saw your beautiful name engraved on that tombstone.
Your name will always be remembered as an unsung hero.
Rest in peace a good man whose name I didn't mention.
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