I wish I could give their description
But I was fed something
Even its name I forget
But I wonder
How all the things I did remember
What I had done here
Before my resurrection
However, I rejoice,
One life two deaths
You should have given too
To make this world beautiful
But a trick has been played
And played so well
That the mystery of creation
Remain unrevealed
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