Your unbreathing sleep.
Our dreamless bed,
Now you're worn with years.
Is mine to keep.
In my dark eyes and frozen arms,
Nothing lives 'cept my harm.
Years and sorrows.
Once again it die with a humble sigh.
Like saint with arrows. Sighs and then slumbers,
Calm these tide of sorrow.
Opens up the eyes,
He leads me away and I follow.
Sees the ghost again.
Wakes and sighs again.
Our dying love, it prays in vain to live,
And pleads for help, I simply cannot give. Steps away.
My devoted love takes tiny backward
Loneliness aplenty spread before me.
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