Lost Forever
the violins play their sorrowful melody, whilst the undertaker is undertaken, by the minorkey and sustained remedy this is it, don't be mistaken The cob-webs from neglection form in the corners The curtain is drawn, light is exposed Now they wait the relatives and mourners He's not the same as he once posed
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