After Watching The Grave of the Fireflies
In the course of the events of man,
a boy grown old could never understand.
There was no more light, no more curl
in the events of an insect and a girl -
the boy, now gone, and the tot he couldn't save,
forgotten like a lonely firefly grave.
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