The earth is of a beauty that is transient
And cannot be kept alive
A veil upon the earth hides the pain
And isolates human from human to live in
Grief and solitude...
Happiness is an illusion darkest hours
Are to become
The tears have dried up
There is no where to run
Come in earnest I beseech thee
The heart tolls with each beat it has begun
My sorrow bleedth clear springs touched by
A fallen rose
Come seeketh the truth as time is unforgiving
To become as one in the dreams
We envisioned and let it be my love
Our dawn our beginning
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