He sleeps now our poetic prince
His halls are silent, his voice no longer reaches our ears.
Yet in these rooms, I feel his heart, his dreams, his soul
his tragic story, on the walls unfolds.
Love lost, love found, a story of brotherhood, friendship eternally bound.
In this fair city he lies, under violets, resting in earth, walked upon by good men.
Alongside Joseph, his friend.
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