Thoughts of you swiftly come,
There's no time to look back,
To rebuild the burnt bridges,
The pathways to your heart.
Ascend, then raise the crown,
Always awaiting for your touch,
And clear the obscured way,
To the place of fulfillment.
Alas! now you're gone,
Like a buzzing in the sky,
Gone, when everything
Could be made eternal!
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