Dirge.

Do you feel
the dirge of two cleaved hearts?
Do you feel it wrapping you
in a way that you are too human
to comprehend?

What do you feel, my son?
What do you feel, my daughter?
What do you feel, mother?
Love, what do you feel?

The trumpets, the trumpets
protect your eardrums, protect your eardrums
my vulnicura, my vulnicura.

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