[00:59.00]A morning in magenta, The petals fed from the dew
[00:59.00]She held her breath for a moment, To pause off the stream
[00:59.00]Still clinging to vast, Old memories
[00:59.00]And I would marvel at her beauty, Playing through the rain
[00:59.00]The coffin is beautifully engraved
[00:59.00]Stained by soil, Symbols of death
[00:59.00]All of which are stared upon, With porcelain eyes it seems
[00:59.00]Some spoke, And it was my turn to go
[00:59.00]In death entwined, I could not believe
[00:59.00]But it hangs around my neck
[00:59.00]A soft breeze passed me by, Somewhat warmer for a second
[00:59.00]I knew it was the coming of spring, Thus our April Ethereal