| From childhood’s hour he’s been his only friend
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| Endless solitude until the end
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| As other’s saw he could not bring
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| His passions from a common spring
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| In his growth he was raised and taught well
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| All that he loved, he loved alone
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| In his youth the surroundings drew nearer still
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| Like an autumn breeze that gives its chill
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| The thoughts were not keeping up with the learning spree
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| Leaving him behind the others could not see
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| «Show me hope, if I’d ever to last»
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| The dark haunts his present and his past
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| The melody of his heart chimed the wrong tone
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| In the day, in the dawn
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| Of a stormy life was drawn
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| From every depth of good and ill
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| The mystery… it binds him still
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| From which he could not love the less
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| So lovely was the loneliness
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| As a man he still dwelt alone
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| Wandering around a world of moan
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| Thinking will he ever get his bride?
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| Or is his life a stagnant tide?
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| Into a self made Hell he was thrown
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| All that he loved, he loved alone
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| Leaving him behind the others could not see
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| «Show me hope, if I’d ever to last, on my own!»
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| Thinking will he ever get his bride?
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| Or is his life a stagnant tide?
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| Into a self made Hell he was thrown
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| All that he loved, he loved alone |