I died for the day
I died for the nights
I died for the time
Which could have been mine
I died for your words
Your talks and your spurs
I died for the rain
Which you could have made
I died for the light
In the brightest day time
I died for the tears
I wanted to clear
I died for a hand
On my back to be my support sign
In the graves of my miserable deeds
I died because I loved
A soul with the most imperfect heart
I died on my ways
To the victory for heaven's clay
I died because of my trust
Which gave me breath only to be trussed
Through the most imaginary way
One can see for the doomsday
I died because I wished
For those who wanted me as per their wills
I died because of my vision
Of seeing lights through the dark woods
I died because I wished
To live for those who filled my life with mist
I let the sun to be set before dusk
And left a legendary
Of sins one should forbid must.

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