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Deafening, defeating, this silence of lament, it dents my world of incompletion. And for the morrow, the sorrow of regret and the borrowing of emotion, because fear of loss is simple: nothing lasts forever - but for a wish to heaven that my life can be complete, but for the morrow, the sorrow of regret. I've put the final nail in the coffin, so keep shut that casket, light the candle and say your words of comfort; speak a pretty rhyme for me because death is broken, spoken upon the altar of tears, tears of contrition; but for the morrow, the sorrow of regret, so keep that casket shut.