Don't come to me and say 'How are you? '
I've died long ago, - like wintry leaves;
I've died in frozen snow which's view
But you'll not get any traces of mine
You may love it 'cording your highest feel
But I've gone far away like sand
Which makes it's own dunes
Too at a far where only lives peace
Even in heat, or in stormy air; I'm gathered,
Don't come to me, I want to live alone
For somewhere my new coming days waiting
I want to make my own domain
Where exist only but my memories
Which churn me day by day
And so an experienced loses fade in
I've died by swelling which's enough
Now I'ld die truly, I'ld die alone
Where love doesn't leave it's premises.
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