To lift a weight so heavy
Sisiphus it would take your courage
Even though I have heart for the task
Art is long, and time is short
Far from celebrated tombs
Towards an isolated cemetery
My heart like a broken drum
Goes beating its funeral marches
Many a jewel sleeps buried
In shadows and neglect
Well far from picks and probes
Many a flower pours out in regret
Its perfume, sweet as a secret
In the profound solitudes.
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