I still hear the bells toll,
I still catch the cold.
I still make the roll
Though the world's gone cold,
...
'twas painful the loss,
so unfathomable the pain.
was like a hole deep inside just deepen,
and no amount of tears
...
to goodness shall be repaid in kind,
and to evil, a double measure of it
for the heart knows no arche greater,
that burns with fury,
...
This pain, this day, we've paid
With our tears, we bear in grieve
...
if i write, as, when i write
these words, and signs, of my time,
are sums of complexities,
known only,
...
so when I go.
thy'll sing. and cry.and lie-
that I- he- was a good man.
'we are sad at the demise
...
write and flight,
to fight the blight
for if you would to stay,
truths untold would be at bay.
...
to the valls unseen
and the hills at ease-
my mind’s flight,
in time of rest-
...