The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land. Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky. I lie and dream of green fields and rivers, but awake to a morning with no reason for waking. I'm haunted by the memory of a lost paradise. In my youth or a dream, I can't be precise. I'm chained forever to a world that's departed, it's not enough, it's not enough. My blood has frozen & curdled with fright, vy knees have trembled & given way in the night, my hand has weakened at the moment of truth, my step has faltered.... One world, one soul, yime pass, the river rolls. My hand has faltered ,and i talk to the river of lost love and dedication, and silent replies that swirl invitation. Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea, a grim intimation of what is to be. There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night, and there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight, and silence that speaks so much louder that words, of promises broken,
Of promises broken. Was it love? i can't say, But it's gone, and i lost my way.


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i Have done the biggest mistake, no 2 biggest mistakes in the past. And they still deject me.
Ahhh... I am only a fucking fool. It's really stupid even to dream of it. i will never forget you, but i will try to forget words and feelings like sorrow, woe, mourning and dolor.
I will...