ECHOES OF THE GONE
Earlier in the twilight
I saw the beautiful light
The day has just begun
And long shall it be gone
Although its a beautiful day
The town has grown cold
It is a day in April Bay
And feary tales told
Are ever scary
But never am I scared
My bossom fails me
My vision too blurred
I doth no longer trust me
The earth is running red
The loads becoming too heavy
And roads too arched
I was born indigent with no heir
And so life to me is faked
Although I was born
I wasn't blessed
And so was I torn
Into two and ever stressed
Coz the only one I know
Is my late bearer
And for nine moons known
Period to whoever is a labourer
Is unforgettable to all though gone
The cruel owner is somewhere unknown
Although late mum knows this
She's lond gone
But in me
Memories are made of this
And never shall I
Forgive who owns me!
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