By: Marc Mauhay
The endless waves of suffering, never to halt
Unable for you, my dear, to burden too much
The clock striked twelve, you have already breathe your last
No longer, never again can I feel your touch
Gently, you close your eyes, like the sun as it sets
Your once smooth, soft and white skin, now as hard as stone
Why must you go? Why am I to venture alone?
If only I longed for death's visit to postpone
Time can't be undone, the world continues to spin
I know, up above, you're knocking on heaven's door
My last tears for you fall, as your coffin closes
My final words, I say, "Adieu, mon amour”
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