Are you depressed?

No?

Well, listen to this song then. Read the lyrics. I bet you will be depressed by the time song finishes ...

For a fallen angel by My Dying Bride

As I draw up my breath,

And silver fills my eyes.

I kiss her still,

For she will never rise.

On my weak body,

Lays her dying hand.

Through those meadows of Heaven,

Where we ran.

Like a thief in the night,

The wind blows so light.

It wars with my tears,

That won't dry for many years.

"Love's golden arrow

At her should have fled,

And not Death's ebon dart

To strike her dead."

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On an unrelated note, here is a picture I took ...

It's a dying Dandelion.