The deep of my ocean is soul
The dark and clean waves that lie hidden
And full and lots of what didn't
The soul that you feel with a touch
The coldness and rapines of the new day
That reaches us deep and wide
Like a frostbitten darkish night
The leaves which are yellow and rots
The rustic and color of soul
The worlds we know still little about
And sometimes we feelings doubt
Even when darkness with them plots
The rustic that's gone and is dim
With feelings of sweetness and pleasure
Each of them truth we'll treasure
As days who are gone had their lots
But love doesn't stay or abide
It goes into the unwritten night
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