Elegy: To The Dead Sun
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Let him sleep;
The sky necropolis.
The darkness very deep,
Hush! silence please.
Combustible radiant;
All life feverish,
Malady flamboyant...
only self-sacrifice.
No more morning
let him only sleep;
No more mourning
The darkness very deep
No any star flower;
let rest him in peace,
beyond timeless hour...
The sky necropolis.
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