Happy are those who fade at night

And at the midnight of their memory

Happy are those who have still not been gathered

Their hearts have not stopped

And he is warm and he is open

Until the last of his beats

And he lives and exists

And if only as a spirit

To all that he has loved

Happy are those who fade at night

And at the midnight of their memory

Only a tear by day remains

A sigh with dawn

And the grief of bereavement

And all the days of sorrow that fall

As one large festival

If only it existed.