The dead are never
truly dead.
You look around
see and observe
Then melancholy
rises with just a look
from a stranger
Who bears a striking
resemblance to
someone who was dead.
Now alive. Ah, the memory of family. It is so spotless.
truly dead.
You look around
see and observe
Then melancholy
rises with just a look
from a stranger
Who bears a striking
resemblance to
someone who was dead.
Now alive. Ah, the memory of family. It is so spotless.
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