I promise,
The heart will stop someday.
The flesh beneath your face will melt away.The light will fail to cast shadows,
And the patterns will bother to fade away.
I ask,
How many times have they fought themselves?
How many times have they bled?
How many times have they spoken without their words?
And how many times have they faced the music?
I know,
The pain of losing a comrade.
The filth of these glances, changeless,
From this rock of the living,
To the land of no return.
Here, only the bravest can sing,
And only the saddest can dance.
"So Come, ye Happiness, and enjoy this dérive!"
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