Funeral You, Lily Anne

Sun sets far in there, shining on her face Eyes kept away, feels revolved on hate Saint is leaving thunders, she slowly whispered And love is fated disbelief, don't summon me An army of men, and love is fated Formed in soul, and love is fated With such truth, and love is fated Comes no fear, because love is fated Clear the sight, my dear And approach, your eternity Speech was never a desire Now your lips, move by their own The silence of what came after Made clear it was never believed That reality does exist in course Thou your sayings, don't deceive ما بقينا على العَهِدِ واللهِ لَو عَرَفت أنكِ لَستِ مِمَن عاهدتٌ ولا عَهدت ليس بينَنا إلا ما لَم يَكُن قط بَينَنا وما عَرفنا مَنَ البُنيانِ, إلا الهَزَلا