Willingly ignored, the ancestral shine
Never time for the old paternal line
When the old man dies, he dies alone
Suffocating in the dead of the night
Father of the fathers of all time
Dying with no one by his side
Suffering is ceased for the deceased
Ashes now, only ashes in sight
Life is so short, but art so long
To come to grips with the loss
Not a word spoken rings true
His Funeral a farce without smiles
His Funeral...
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