I will not weep
So you may go
My heart is not a Ming
Nor my blood paint..
That I will create ancient Fresco
For I love me..
No rose shall I put over your grave..
For my tears have wrenched my thoughts
I say you will be missed
Like the sky that missess the cloud
Like a great day gone by..
And I shall drink to it
To our times!
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