If the reminiscences
Of my past
Doesn't come
With a token of gaiety
Term my lament
With a memoir of grief
Write an elegy
In brightness of pyre
There the ceremony
Will end,
Past none
Present gone
Future vanished.
Of my past
Doesn't come
With a token of gaiety
Term my lament
With a memoir of grief
Write an elegy
In brightness of pyre
There the ceremony
Will end,
Past none
Present gone
Future vanished.
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