The Dead

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When nothing lasts
And everything goes so fast
A cry is heard
Of a dying bird

From a distant afar
The door is ajar
A lady is seen
And I wonder , for so long where have I been ?

Kneeling over a boy
Lying between his toys
Sadness in her eyes
"To heaven , to skies"

Wound in his side
And mouth open wide
Disheveled hair
That's what I fear

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