an empty jar on the table, a silver complexion
a soulless heart
not but an unrequited love
say good night
dearly departed
the shadow fades
an instant, a minute
I am but a sordid heart.
a minute, a minute
a flash, a moment
put to rest, in darkness
a dying rose on the table, a blueish sou
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