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My eyes grew old peering into the distance,
Till finally they believed me that life
Was an imaginary colour upon the face of a dream.
— Jan 25, 2014 10:24AM
Till finally they believed me that life
Was an imaginary colour upon the face of a dream.
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On sorrow I live. A cloud passed,
I am a mountain: I last. I am wind: I seek.
In another field, when the flower of regret blooms, I'll come.
Its scent I'll inhale.
— Jan 25, 2014 12:29PM
I am a mountain: I last. I am wind: I seek.
In another field, when the flower of regret blooms, I'll come.
Its scent I'll inhale.
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A story that can never again
Have a beginning.
As if a question that has no answer
Has frozen upon the cold lips of Time.
— Jan 25, 2014 10:59AM
Have a beginning.
As if a question that has no answer
Has frozen upon the cold lips of Time.
