Where the River of regret 'tis calling...
You shall find my likeness there-
All pent up within swirls of wistful dreams...
Of the yesterdays of my despair;
Deep down in the fathoms unrelentless...
Swirling in eddies of times long gone by...
Captured in the Rivers wild current...
'Neath a most questionable Spring sky;
You shall locate my very Spirit...
Torn and worn by the waters wear and tear-
Erosions of long standing turmoil...
Alone-now-in the deeps dis-repair;
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