Beneath an azure painted sky,
I feel the tears…
And pray to die—
For gone is she I loved most dear,
Tis for her…
I shed these tears—
For blue am I…
Both heart and soul,
For both…
Art torn asunder,
For having loved, as both had done,
So that there be, no other—
The emptiness…
The hollow void,
She left…
As a reminder,
Hath left me e'er bereft of hope,
So that…
Tis I surrender—
And pray to die this very night,
For the feeling now, be bitter,
The love I cherish, tossed aside,
And yet haunts me, but forever.


                  

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