I feel tired but cannot rest,
So wait in hope for days above
While into life and out of love.
I am not very thrilled by death
Nor very thrilled in living.
I wish that I could start again
But it's too late for wishing.
Will I recall this whispered fate
That's murmured in my mind
When on my knees at heaven's gate
with mortal life behind?
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