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The cradle!...

The life I live begins to end -

Just death is slowly veiling up my dreadful past,

There’s nothing I can see before this moment and, at last,

Time has lost its meaning - am I dead?

As cradles swing my hopes up high,

The graves await for me to lie,

The hourglass has turned again

For one last time, onto the end!

Happiness won’t last forever -

It is shorter than a dream…

Death, my friend - it has no beauty,

It is not what it may seem.

Many tears have fallen in silence for my life,

There’s still a hope for a new beginning

As my past is lost, to pain me no more…

With the light of a cold and lonely star,

I engrave my epitaph in the four winds from afar!...

The grave!...