Fragrance of mourning dawn,
along a path that shown,
becomes so deeper,
beneath a shadow stair.
As loneliness thrown,
silent tears mutter soon,
burst a ring of care,
that every heart alter.
Looking stranged... on a wide lawn,
fantastic memories blown,
flames to wall up deeper,
a sadness I bare...
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