trying tho he might he still lies with his eyes
the final resting place of the ultimate truth was his tongue
and the doorway is where she died
then the man in the crowd wept
just another nameless face
in a see of lovers and poets
he valued her far more than that snake
but her mind was made up
she eloped to her wake
and the cadaver was taken away
the Sound of Silence
still rings in his ears today
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