| Such a glorious time, Why did it have to end? But happiness is fleeting, There is no time to mend, All that's known is leaving, Only remorse in its wake, So now life is dull, What remains is the not, A wasteland full of misery, And back into the sorrow, A journey done by all, Those lucky enough to escape it, Find themselves lost, Never realizing what they had, Until their time comes at last, And the revelations come. |
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