Candles, flickering light,
in the dark of the room
and my mind cannot fight
with the spirit of gloom.
And the words drop from lips
but I can’t understand
what is meant by these scripts;
for the life gone as sand.
The departing soul floats
through the hall’s ancient walls
frosty numbness explodes,
my lament writes new scrolls.
As a crane your soul flies
in the skies full of rains
I can hear these cries
and eternity reigns
The departing soul floats
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