It comes to every single living person at some point, death has no respect for age.
You passed over like a season
without rhyme, without reason
too soon for my liking
A very sudden and unnatural thing
Humans cannot cope with an unfinished story
they cannot grasp it, nor me
I keep rethinking history
Thinking how I prefer it to be
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