Deaths in the past
Are known by skeletons
Broken hearts
Are seen by depressions
But ye have evaded all
Though you are dead
And we ne’er saw your skeleton
Hearts are broken
But none has a depression
We have evaded all
Yester behind
Today and future on mind
We treasure your memory
Like do armies the armory
Though you have evaded us all
Haven’t tears to cry
Our lachrymose dry
For pollution invokes our tears
Stenches and gases provoke similar tears
But our hearts haven’t evaded all
Suns that shine
Beneath green leaves of pine
Forming carpet-like canopies
Keep you till then
When we shall share the same pen
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