Have a soulless beauty within.
Our silent grave is in reach of rotting bark
So I guess you can call it a story of "Once upon a time."
With every inch we've grown closer to complete solitude.
Formerly green leaflets
Now lay withering in a lonely grove.
Emblems are x'd out
And a wolf chases a moon
That it will sadly never catch.
We've traveled a distance calculated only by years.
The lives with fond concerns have long passed over
Whilst departure is endlessly awaited
And we can finally go home.
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