You weren't always there by my side as I yours in The Wake
After I've done the Writing and all is bade farewell unto You
The Truth has simply never been put into the Ocean or Lake
Yet buried beneath the Ground you walk among those who
Try to tell you as I to become one with the One who Knows
The whole feeling within is to those who let us have shown
A colossal rain of which nourished the Dying Rose of Curse
To which I abid; The worth of Coin to Not of that of Heart;
No Words will Replace to the True Beauty Within You Shine.
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