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He was sitting by the dead river

Holding a coin in his hand

Waiting untill the ferryman

Get him through the rags of haze.

I suspect the reverse shore

I can feel it so near

There are burning synapses

Of my brain

In a curious agony…

The body got dismayed

Fighting with a substance of my soul

Calling the home

Remembering the shining gate

In the flash of an earthly pain.

My friend has waded

Across the river

Seeking for a smell

Of the forbidden place

And every mothers had shed their tears.

There was no meaning ever

To nourish his restless grace

He loved and hated

This cruel world

At the same time.

What an irony, isn´t it??

I´m sure you must recall this suggestion

Therefore I have forgiven him.

The only nostrum to calm my pain is my belief I'll meet you again! My dear friend...

The only nostrum to calm my pain is my belief I'll meet you again!

His words had been locked forever

In the empire of underworld.

The chalice of flower had closed

The dawn coming soon.

Nobody noticed on the eve of sorrow

That it was full of the grief

Also in the sanquine bloom.

The only nostrum to calm my pain is my belief I'll meet you again! My dear friend!

The only nostrum to calm my pain is my belief I'll meet you again!