.........Goodbyee, goodbyee....

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

From "Anthem for Doomed Youth"
Wilfred Owen

'Nuff said.

Das vidanya moy padruga.