There is nothing quite like...
Feeling so tired...
That you can't even close your eyes...
In fear that you might die.
Winter sets a saddened sun,
The earlier it sets, the sadder it becomes.
No man abandons the one he loves...
So on my cheeks the teardrops run.
Fault me not for breathing...
I was simply a fool for believing...
That affection is anything but fleeting.
I'll never again watch my love leaving.
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