A future claim is indulgence for me,
The eyes of the world make a sacrifice;
The crying and the dying is for me,
For my death creates my life again in heaven.
Then I make a double objection,
To prolong the sadness in the lives.
To my own room is a valid answer,
By my head and heart that I have possessed.
To interrupt is a command from highest captains,
Whispers and laughter come after the sea of commands.
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