What need I say
to the sad air, mourning
mounds on my grave
A castle bellow on top
by termites of the air
What need I say
to the departed soul, whooping
A deep cut inside
Warrior of my heart
Plunging deep in blood bath
What need I say
to your sweet voice, driving
Rustle of falling leaves
Breaking a part
from the tree of my love
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