Endless search of a lone life,
In the bleak barren night.
All I hear is is the cold sob of a heavy heart...
What I take is all that I have...
A song unsung, a melody without a tune.
An nuntold story of a lone life life as it goes -
Withering willows...falling leaves...bereft heart....
And miles to go.......
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