The dead lie cold, insensitive,
Unfeeling and distant.
They do not care
What they have done;
In what ruin they leave
Lives behind them.
They do not care
That with them they take
The sunshine of faces,
The lustre of eyes,
The laughter of souls;
They do not care!!
For their faces lie open
Not to the life they leave behind,
But to the Eternity that lies ahead!!
Unfeeling and distant.
They do not care
What they have done;
In what ruin they leave
Lives behind them.
They do not care
That with them they take
The sunshine of faces,
The lustre of eyes,
The laughter of souls;
They do not care!!
For their faces lie open
Not to the life they leave behind,
But to the Eternity that lies ahead!!
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