| The Silhouette of Despair |
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| In a morning song of happiness |
| Plashing with emerald splashes |
| Faded scraps of the admiration |
| And the split thoughts |
| Are opening wide |
| A tingle of a despair and the lost days |
| Congealed life by dead window |
| Fades and smoulders page after page |
| It was what you aspired to… |
