This is the wake.
Curtains closed.
We have gathered here, in this white room.
addressed to the one who can't hear.
She is sleeping now.
She is sleeping now.
behind these walls.
Calling us to follow him.
To die.
the most precious beauty demised now.
kissing her white skin against our sorrow.
She is sleeping now.
Just sleeping now.
behind these walls.
Calling us to follow him.
Someone is here.
Fearful voice.
Angel-like.
Ice-cold hand.
This is the wake.
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