English: The Letter
That the scent of you is not here anymore
That your warm skin now is cold
Death knocked on the door
young and naive you opened
Drinking tea with Death
Do not say goodbye
Sing about reunion
We can play in heaven
Where you are waiting
without skin or fragrance
for me to step in to endlessness
A Letter to Death and a plea
The waiting makes me sick
See you soon you who are alive
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