For we all wished to sing,
the things that we love to hopelessly cling.
But alas some are forever lost,
from their dreams they are forever tossed.
But one merely needs to listen,
and then the tears will truly start to glisten.
Some become bitter out of their loss,
their hearts covered by ages of unforgiving moss.
For why am I…
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