Searching for things to say;
Everyday I go through the pains;
Hale hath brought my day!
I died in your arms tonight;
In my fountain of dreams;
I look at your face at night;
It becomes more pale beam!
Your reflections were mine;
Till you trudged away,
Our hopes were high,
Till we went both ways.
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