The Funeral
There were crows at the funeral,
cawing to their hearts' lament,
it rained at the burial,
a hollow shell of blank torment,
faces weeping tears of black,
it doesn't seem it's gonna last,
these memories, they fade so fast,
a smudge upon a crystal past
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