When Silver cord has returned to Gold.
Death's Black Winter breather has blow so cold.
Nothing here but shell and Ghost.
For Soul has returned to its Host.
Cry not for what you have lost.
But sight with joy as eternal life has paid the cost.
Soul has recharged once again.
Life in Summers Land does begin.
Till its time to dive back into new skin.
To charge the Soul once again.
TDK
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