In the square and triangle is an ill way,
Towards the villa of happiness and distress.
When I looked down upon you, my eye
Uncovered the passing of monuments and glass.
When I looked away from your face, my tears
Flowed due to duty and sorrow as the event.
My opening of doors was swifter than the raven,
Many offered prayers to the new people in
This world of doing and distress and despair.
In the shapes of strong light, we are mighty in
Heart and picture, concealing habits and manners.
The fortune of a dreaded sum is upon the night,
Day after day the fleeing charms are like winds
Of gusty storms, and of ridged bridges to cross.
I looked towards the souls of the events and changes,
Many offered prayers to dreaded comforts and hearts.
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