Yesterday
It has left the stage,
My mind still turns to its page,
The man that shouted at me,
I still hear him like a crashing sea.
I'm drawn to its room,
I’m saddled by its gloom,
The boy who I desired to aid,
Made me an object of raid.
I hear its whispers,
Like a child that whimpers,
I'm trailed by its shadow,
Taking me through its meadow.
The sorrows of my duty,
The ashes that spread over its beauty,
I'm awakened into a new day,
I still see the gloomy ray.
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