There was a scene I saw in black and white,
Of a dream I had, yellowed in the middle.
My world in contempt, all I say, and I bleed,
Your life there wears despair on its sleeve.
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In my head I saw nothing but despair,
There was only a fantasy of love.
I think I'm dead, or I'm in a nightmare,
Where affords an intensity above.
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I neither dream of love nor wife to keep,
Then faced with despair that I fear.
When springtime's here, and willow trees weep,
In days of sorrow, would bring me cheer.
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I have a pain in my brain
That is quite a drain.
I can't explain this terrible migraine
The throbbing is insane.
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We are few that ran the golden mile
And surely we left the dust behind.
We wondered over the line in rank and file
And surely it was how things aligned.
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Suddenly, from afar I heard father's rage forlorn
If death did not have him cold yet, I mused,
What bold ghost did surface, which were there born?
And sought girls of merit ne'er wholly abused.
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I was born, and raised without love,
If there ever was love show it now.
I was torn in half and kindness I don't remember,
If there ever was kindness show it now.
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Cruelest night, o'er treacherous traverse,
Forethought in advance its latent worse.
When they come with rugged fingers stretched,
Let their bold story be told and sketched.
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Where neurotic hearts corrupt the puppet show,
Volatile technocrats campaign for its destruction.
Here the marionettes of lumber, they were led,
Taken on misguided tours into the abyss of evil.
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