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The beauty of aeons, dead and inert
Covered in coldness and gray images
Death is the remembrance of everything
That is weaker than the world itself

As I can see the creatures laying in front of me
I turn my eyes to the left side of the road
The stagnated, dead shape leaves behind me
Staring with its hoary dead eye

Oh, the hollow sight that follows me
No emotion involved in those eyes
No tears fallen down along its cheek
The withered corpse, unburied by nature

The teardrops of sorrow aren't shared
Among the swans that lies here dead
Only grey feathers remains next to them
Waiting for the wind to take them over

The frost hardens the ground
The nature stops evolving
The beauty left on the ground
As a grey artwork of nature