I lay quiet at the grooves of grave
For your balmy words amidst din and fret
Where the fake herding world surrounds
With bowed heads and crocodile tears.
Cross the seven seas my alter ego
Before the scarlet roses turn stale
Alas! Kith and kin carry coffin
I take your ardent memories with me.
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