Grief, a visitor, once, a fleeting shade,
Now, your memory, each moment, a parade.
Now, each moment, your remembrance, a tear,
Grief, a guest, before, a whisper to hear.
Now, each moment, your echo, my fear.
Grief, a flicker, arrived, then disappeared,
But the ache of parting, forever adhered.
But the ache of parting, each hour I meet,
Grief, a flicker, my heart, bittersweet,
But the scar of parting, my soul's retreat.
How can I tell you, my love, my light,
That on your memory, I hold on tight?
That on your memory, my spirit's embrace,
How can I tell you, in this desolate space?
That the tears of sorrow, I drink in this place.
How can I tell you, my heart's despair,
That your betrayal, could I not bear?
That your betrayal, a wound so deep,
How can I tell you, my love, asleep?
That this parting, my soul's keep.
Oh, my darling, why do you weep?
For I must bear the burden of parting deep,
For I must bear the sorrow of farewell,
Oh, my darling, a story to tell?
For your life, a wedding bell.
Oh, my darling, why do you cry?
For in my fate, the village must die,
For in my fate, the village must fade,
Oh, my darling, a life betrayed,
For my life, this journey is made.
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