Life forth consent mine devoid
And shorn whisper end' off
Farewell not let tender
In mist' path mine laid
Revelry dearest slips in grieving
Robe mine blend with tears
For heaven light gulp at peak
And descend sow fright
Long lain in linger gaze theirs
With stench herald passing
Along hovering flies who sworn body sway
Yet beneath weeping clouds' abide on
If thoughts theirs sneak through
Found' who shall dance behind
Or without shame spoils theirs eat
For to whom shall wave at dump?
Of miracle abound' thought they
Before grand rites made earth food
But spirited street once tread lonely came
As each to own saunters on
In stroll' sneak dump inn
The body' that dwelled hobby
Edge memory theirs, hover on
Who source joy once was
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