Missa defunctorum.
Gone are the lights.
Gone are the sounds.
Gone are the smells.
With you not around.
Gone are the days.
Gone are the nights.
Gone are the dreams.
With you from my life.
Gone are the prose.
Gone are the words.
Gone are the rhythms.
With you from my verse.
Gone is the heart.
Gone is the soul.
Gone is the mind.
With you leaving this world.
Gone is the road.
Gone is the path.
Gone is the will.
With you under the earth.
But here stays my love.
But here stays my love.
But here.
stays my love.
With you.
In requiem.
In canticle.
Of your beautiful life,
So blessed am I.
So blessed am I.
To have your soul in my tears.
I do weep forever.
I do lament in heaven,
Missa defunctorum.
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