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Thou art dead, my luv
With the red rose withered in summer
The melancholy tune raised along the river
The salty water puked in barn
The thorn pierced in deep heart
Thou art dead, my luv
Or perhaps, or for certain
Thou art never alive
My dream
With darkness
With bitterness
With coldness
Walks out on me
Dropping an idiot in a dazzling abyss
No way out
Thou art dead, my luv
Silence is the melody
Innocence is the love
No words
No actions
No expressions
An idiot’s wild imagination
A blind passionate paradise lost
Thou art dead, my luv
In a dangerous way I drove
Where desire guides me on a graveled road
Where dead and desolate sound
Is full of tombs around
Thou art dead, my luv
The move of body is sluggish
The ember of spirit is cold
No flame
No fire again
Alas, my luv
A fleeting glimpse of eternity
In a flash
Are all gone |
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