An empty bed
The truth will call
You to the dead
Flowers in my
Hands of snow ice
Trembling, falling
With grains of rice
Waiting watching
Looking on ahead
Empty words promised
Call from the dead
Stars dying out
Twinkle buh-bye
Bouquet thrown up
High in the sky
A vigil in solitude
A vagabond's death
With you all gone
Tonight's a vigil endless
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