All the careless whispers, and all the faded dreams.
All the broken promises, and all the loosened seams.
In the fallen memory, of a hollow scream.
In the darkness of a heart, so weary of it's skeems.
Find me drifting on the sea, tired and alone.
Hold me tender, hold me tight, never let me go.
For in the silent nothingness, of the moons dim glow.
Take my hand and whisper, of this endless snow.
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