Here starts my slow sorrow,
towards dawn I see my ending.
Where I, a lost soul, was trapped
as I stopped pretending.
To as I hear my symphony
while I watched you in the morning.
You are my reason, only season,
as winter was my mourning.
While time reflects like a mirror
I see the the stranger in me.
Where I believe in a new morrow
I wish, upon the death, for a world without she.
As I was estranged, in October stroll,
if time was lost, I would plea;
“through my eyes you see my past
therefore, the end would agree.”
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