Your blue eyes bear a glint, a touch of starlight;
but now, your spirit lies in obscurity, resting in molten candlewax.
Time goes on in a linear motion, yet in you a thick shadow remains (everything is dimming).
Such a smile accompanied by kindly features, a painted face!
Now swells of distant colours a disarrayed, yet beautiful contortion of human grace.
Come to the Light, O you sinner and be redeemed.
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