I wish, I wish,
perhaps in vain,
I wish
the flame
would burn again
that what was new,
that what
was true
long since
could be learned again
what I’d forsaken,
what had
been taken
from me
could be returned again.
I wish, I wish,
perhaps in vain,
that what had
long since blurred
could be discerned again.
I wish, I wish,
perhaps in vain,
that what was
once warm
had not grown so cold again
that what
I once
wished for
but lost
I could hold again.
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