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The Final Act

I am watching o’er thy form

And all this has gone like a thunder storm.

Inside of me lies my tender fear,

I hope no one mourn for me, nor cry one single tear...

I await to rest in thy memory,

And hope to climb my way to the cemetery...

More than this, I hope to cry

In the sepulchre where I shall lie!

And in thy groan, my soul within me burn

Fires of dreaming demons from underneath the Earth!

All the restless and painful days are gone,

My life can now dissever my heart, stoned!

In this last rhyme

I shall comit a crime,

Hoping to become young all eternity,

Let my soul rests in my friends memories!