Poem (Returning)
O knocker house mercy for those who left,
A house left by loved ones and friends,
I see you confused tired of the homeland of strangers,
Are you intrigued, seduced by fun and enjoyment,
Those who lived in the house went away,
And the dark came, so do not stay.
And be patient, for there is no hope for their return,
Do not sit on the road moaning from grief,
Perhaps the wailing returns from their laughter that filled the walls,
And do not ask what death may do to them,
And ask yourself whether the dead can rise,
And take a lesson from life,
It is only a house of meeting and parting.
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