I paid your obituary,
By cursing those icy hands,
Which touched you
Without any legal permission.
My tears are waiting to see the guest
Who ditched your dreams
Without any prior alarms.
My lips are waiting to question
The mighty emperor,
Who conquered your medals,
by infusing an endless sleep.
My palms are waiting to mallow,
The intruder who broke your plans;
But the day came in haste,
And I fell in the cosy bed,
Without preparing for the farewell ceremony!
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