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The Adonis' Folly

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Hopes fall down on the frail bridge of life.
Damned and dethroned or so the game, it starts.

Though I—I am a man not of honor,
Just a ghost dwelling in his horror.

I grew up in the bridge of dreams,
Where all things rush like the streams
Oh how I love this bridge of dreams!
And the darkness I turn to gleams.

Though I—I am never a man of the throne,
Just a shadow behind a puppet’s bone.





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