October 13, 2010
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Listen to the whispers of the lament
Silent tears immersing forgotten words
A poisoned heart with its last breath, unmeant
Suffers hover about the swooning birds
Buried dolor detaining fate below
Strangled cries aboard on the ceaseless firth
Walking alone on the streets of sorrow
For you are trapped inside this lightless earth
Ne’er to know what one’s feat be apt ferment
A desperate reach for eternal rover
Soughing the sweet, sweet song of the lament
As blithe and spry as an unkept clover

Forever will you hear this true repent
And that, that is the sound of the lament

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