Remembrance
Forgotten by the wind,
Autumn leaves lay over your grave.
They pray for thy descendant,
The forbidden blossom of fear.
And, oh, my child, how selfish was thy lie
For it had never lived by itself.
And here we are left behind
To release pieces of remembrance.
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