Bereavement worships at the altar of what you once saw
Failing to relive, rends, one day tends
The shrine that you made in your memory rich

A hoard of the gold of a time not today
As images fade to words 
You might write it all down

Playing a tune and
Wearing a crown
The emperor of space with a soul

Of the damned
Death gets us asleep
Dreaming we're damned

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