there where the darkness of night will not reach you
where the futility of rest is unencumbered
by the inherent sense of life thereafter
where the dreams you dream are not wishes
but prayers of those who wish still
and the prayers you pray are not those of longing
but thankful songs of those still hoping
rest, dear friend, your head lies empty
and let it summon your soul to its empty bliss
transcend this world and all its cares
sleep in rapture of eternal slumber
So long Carlo... it's time to rest now... there where they say is a better place...
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