He even knew not, that
Which rained as tears
Was turned into blood
Have I opted
For something, ever
What does he know!
Even a slight move
Makes my heart out
How much so ever, these
Deaths, will make me weep
If the chance so happens, one day
Will inquire the Statue, thus
Entangled only into these words
With teary red eyes
Someday will be called here
Again, The same fate will return
Orb the living dead
And whilst in death
Water on the pyre
He even knew not, that
Hearing flapping of wings
Was not nearness to him but to death
Which rained as tears
Was turned into blood
Have I opted
For something, ever
What does he know!
Even a slight move
Makes my heart out
How much so ever, these
Deaths, will make me weep
If the chance so happens, one day
Will inquire the Statue, thus
Entangled only into these words
With teary red eyes
Someday will be called here
Again, The same fate will return
Orb the living dead
And whilst in death
Water on the pyre
He even knew not, that
Hearing flapping of wings
Was not nearness to him but to death
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