Death is nothing but the reality;
To get to the next verge, an extreme but truthful surge
As the ecstasy doesn't end here,
But starts in a parallel universe.
Come in what manner you may want to,
For my dreams shall not disperse.
In the morning I'm awake at bird's ariose,
At afternoon it's near ; but it shall not take away my quixotic behavior.
I will start my journey at abendrot,
To reach at night and sleep tight ;
For the morning shall be mine again.
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