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I stood a mile afar
Your body laid gently in state
Begone lost hero: you contaminate!
But that body will soon germinate
Your memories grow dark....
When will you be back?
Before the goodbye,
the Sun, jet-black, was dyed
The moon was lost; we looked to the Northern star
But she too was nowhere to be found; she escaped the fear
Only your eternal night draws near
Your memory with ageing night grow darker
I wonder......when will you be back?
Before your goodbye
Mourners in your room dispatched
But their tears assembled in your name to depart
That be your rite of passage: sail fine!
With you, carry away the curse on man
Be our sacrificial lamb and cleanse our land
I wail and wait patiently: when will you be back?
Before the goodbye: gentle soul
Everyone avoided your path,
Yet we loved you so
Son of man! Save our lives
The ageing doom denies you your rites
Sail home against the storms
You defy the odds!!
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