The world before my eyes seems
wasted
The sky is overcast, and the
earth in barren
The grass has withered and the
river has run dry
The birds have flown; and all blossoms
have fallen
As the sorrow of my past casts
its saddened shadow on turbulent water
A never-ending eclipse seems to
rise; as darkness fills my cloudless sky
Fatal it seems; as one more day
is engulfed in this dark shadow
Even as the cowardly face of my
future shies away
Oh craving soul of mine! Will
this darkness ever cease?
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