The autumn winds are bittersweet
Like jasper wine and sugar
It carries tales of those we'll never meet
Beyond the western shore.
Across the sea their kindred wait
To rest in lands unstained.
Untouched by Death's unkind gift they ride the beating wings of time.
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Unchanged, when the sands of time shift
Untouched by Deaths unkind gift
Waiting, afraid to live, not wanting to die
