I may sound like someone in early blossom,
and true love is out of reach.
this apocalyptic time when you left me, i could have
foreseen.
I may sound like I shall never dream,
of truthful love of faithful twain.
as we rendered a dearth of nightmare together to haunt our
rest of days.
How in world I ever believe,
aye! aye! I may sound I conceive in gloomy-tales.
but you should always know this serendipity deceived my
soul.
broke my heart and I regret my role...
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