Its way too quiet inside my heart
why is it so wonders my mind
Is it the sign of impending doom
or the passing away of something divine?
The rites are over, the prayers all said
Now its time to bury
all the caring, all the love
It was sublime while it lasted
so beautiful, so rare
But an alien nevertheless
out of place, out of time
The funeral passes on, and life goes on
The dead get buried
the living get on with their life
Yet the heart stands still, unclothed, stripped bare
Bereft of all happiness, all loving, all hope
Another story gets told, another song gets sung
It was beautiful while it lasted
too precious to be forgotten
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