the times are worth more than all I fear
The beauty is more than the splendid blue sky lit up by the moon light
then why do I fight to muck of glory on my tainted might
The sounds are new of a time I have forgotten,
then why did I move into these times knowing they are rotten
Someone I love is long gone from side which I still hold close
I dont see her anymore, why do I administer this torturous dose
I might be wrong, as she might be right, when why do I fight when there is no one on the other side
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