Mystery in the Mysery

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Walking aimless in eternal mysery

I came upon a great mystery-

A hidden pathway in a hill

Gave my senses a big thrill.

And so I followed the path 'till the top

And found a graveyard in the stop.

The icy earth swung blind and blackening

I saw nothing which was frightening.

While roaming I began to remember

All the things we did in December,

Like the names carved upon the tree

And other things before he left me.

In the graveyard I cry tears of sorrow.

Oh! How I wish there was no tomorrow!

Without him here there is no meaning

And no reason for believing,

There is no purpose to stay alive

The best thing I shall do is to die.

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