Cheers of fears
We toast amidst jeers
As our deathbed nears
We are sojourners and peers
Nothing our pains clears
None dries their own tears
The cries of others my heart hears
As mine aorta raptures and tears
They continue to haunt us the bears
Those separating our ears
Replacing our matter gray over the years
With realms and realms of jinx arrears
And what is beheld by our dears
Escapes our grasps like scared deers
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