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The Long Sleep The leaves are now jaded The tapestry faded Like the carpet on the floor Rich colours no more The paint no longer vibrant The chimes are all too silent The room once full of roar Now no one knocks on the door It’s time to sleep the long sleep Fall into the well with walls steep And beg the Reaper to be my keep No time to weep, no time to weep.
~Siddharth Sanyal~
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