The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widow writer torn apart by chains of Hell
Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.
He was found naked and dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of
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