Now, and now I understand that I have to be alone
A lost soul in the lonesome world
This was as intended for me
My destiny
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Unoccupied
Now, and now I understand that I have to be alone
A lost soul in the lonesome world
This was as intended for me
My destiny
I have a fountain deep inside
Which shrinks and scorches in company
Ridden with mud and silt and then
Then I can’t breathe
A lot would I say
But it’s so much better unsaid
My verse is but a feather, a breeze and a little light
Flown around on their own
To be caught and cherished by no another
But the one who can feel and listen unoccupied.