Today, I greet you with a wish for a gentle slumber
For we share the same solemn sombered roof
And we wake up with similar reasons, regardless of aloof
We inject moments in empty halls for it to settle without having to wait
Argil-iron it is; shall we be molded, or shall we leave it to rust?
Under this roof, we hold onto tokens of the complex,
As we walk on steaming coal to reach a short-lived bed of roses --
In order to ignite an amethyst torch and deliver to the new
Sooner or later, the halls will crisp and fade;
The pieces of our home would join a gust,
And brush past the several faces of the next
These remnants would rest on tips of their noses
To echo that the amethyst torch will be in their hands too
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