I wrote a last story for you,
or you wrote it into me;
I am but a banner to it.
- - -
It is the dying songs
which like silk is washed
to change the colour
I am dying, I am dying
it is the dying dragons
I am crying with it.
From tears at the grave
lithe flowers did grow
I too must dye with it.
The last tear I must return
I must go - I must go
to the Dying Dragon with it
My fate is sealed, it is Dying -
like silk in my hands
for my tears are so deadly.
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