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 LANGUISHED Everything is ephemeral, they say One day thou wilt be as shrivelled as that hay Withered, tattered and lustreless As I plummet into that abyss of darkness Not always was I like this, I profess Green, plush and lustrous was I Clinging on to the most beautiful bonsai But unlike that chalice full of old wine Not everything gets better with time Autumn has embraced my soul My colour will soon change from green to gold And now that I'm changing my hue I wish thou adieu In the wind someday I might get blown Or my corpse might lie on that tiny stone Do write an epitaph, my friend Because I'm languished I might never get up again