A moment's life, how does one learn to live?
A blurred vista, a silence that hides and grieves.
This life of mine, a dream it seems to be,
This servitude, a secret kept from me.
How to reveal, to whom can I impart,
The state of my heart, the ache in its art?
Why do they shun, on these paths they tread,
Those who approach, what words can be said?
We live and breathe, while sorrow we embrace,
We live and breathe, in this desolate space.
We live and breathe, while sorrow we embrace,
We live and breathe, in this desolate space.
We live and breathe, while sorrow we embrace,
We live and breathe, in this desolate space.
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