Forever hearts shutter to stop...
Forever ache, as saddest, They should drop.
Drop as from Heaven's place...
Down below Thy Father's, grace.
Farthest be the winds do gust...
Faltering beats of those that must.
Beat until the life lit, dimmed...
Besieged until the moment's trimmed.
Life can sometimes end on time...
Life forces can stem before mere, mortal'd, prime.
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