More of a pure heart than a night where gold turn to rust
More of a pure desire seduced by the stars
A marble heart of a slow breath
A column where the gold stars shines.
The memories of joy and happiness
Your loss is just like old sails forgotten by ocean
The heart, the pink ice of sorrow
A brave soul in heavy waves with long black robe of mourning.
He died with an eternal happiness.
His vision down in the winter,
Descend into snow and beautiful sleep
Ecstasy is returning and the stars are happy
Following him into the deserts where the scene is revealed
The deadly silence of the mourners.
Is a start of eternal happiness for him
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