He taunted me with hope
When there was no hope for us.
We were past, the past
Gone from today and tomorrow,
Boldy planted in the memories who haunted
Me like summer haunts the autumn
Or sunshine haunts the rain’s relentless falling
He taunted me with the chance
When there wasn’t a chance in this world.
We were the dearly departed, without
Being morbid,...
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