The love of Sun and Death

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Most glorious threnody;

The celebration of death

Bittersweet-est melody;

The scent of her sweat(h)

Savoring the  sensual elegy

With deepest of my breath…

The toast of the evening,

To the sun and his darling death!

 

I am here to drink to

The love that you make

And elders, to honor you

And that you never fake.

Now let me raise my glass

and merrily commemorate

While she’s still fun, the death and her sun…

While there’s still breath, the sun and his death…

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