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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This happens all the time, The water ripples far from my mind, I know not, yet know yet again; the water ripples, is this my sign? If I walk away, will I sink? If a wish comes, is it a thought? What is it that I feel, Aye, Aye, how could this be real? I needlessly say, to want again is much too far for myself, This pragamatism is the being, left on a shelf. Why can it be like this, I feel empty now. The ending of this draught is what my heart can't know. Ah, I wonder, is this how I end, All left to the reality without a friend? I wonder, if at the start of the pine, runs a jetty, much like my eyes shine. The falling is calming, I cannot tell when one hits, or when another is stopping. Here this heart throbs in fits. I wonder when it will stop, how could such a low have a high drop? I wonder what could be, if, without me, everything would be? If anything were true, Could it have been you? Not that I would know, Shortly I will feel low; When I think, know I not which goes beyond? I can't think. I can't move on. Her hair couldn't have been silver, I felt cynosure, yet I revelied. I will never be past this briar, This thicket in which my heart will never breed. How shortly is the ground seeded? How rampantly down can I be dragged? I feel the rain, cool in the air, hot to the touch, I feign how can I live without this prayer? The rain is cold, the sky grows dark, the sun has recessed its warm hold: There, I can hear the lark. If I were to know, it would be her soul, Is it at her life I toll? Or in this life away do I stow? Ah, ah, ahhh, the winter wind is come the summer wind is come, the rain rivulets, the brief rage capitulates Aloh Aloh, I can't seem to hear......... For my heart is nowhere near, Ah yes, all but, save, pride was lost a man who cried is this kanade's cost?
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