The coldness where the deathbed lay
quiet and calm
on top of the English mountain
do you dare to seek happiness?
a small white universe
one only too personal

The warmth where no deathbed lay
controlled and inside
do you want sadness?
my world inside a locket
one only too open in the outside

These eyes set upon your deathbed
maybe it was meant to be
your enemies which were killed in your mind
transmitting the sun into your pale, bright face
to see you fallen for the last and first time
 
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