A Little Girl's Dirge
It's a ceremony that a little girl's left behind Surrendered the grim reaper with a glass of wine A soul full of regret and sins Dying sunset makes her eyes fade to grey Hear the blackbird's song Hear the harmony of shrubs The wise man whispers you in a hoarse voice "When the young soul gone, pure white sorrow feels everywhere Life on wings of butterfly shivers you Devote your flowers to vault of heaven Sprinkle orchids on the girl in velvet dress,"