The days were brighter
(The days departed)
Gardens more blooming
(Gardens deserted)
The night's at more hope in the silence
(The perfect boy Weeping in an empty night)
The wild was calling
(The wild calls no more)
Wishes were whispering
(wishes so hollow)
The time was there, but without a meaning
(This frail world my only rest)
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