The river that flowed from my eye, now stilled, how?
The storm of sorrow, so fierce, yet hushed, how?
The river that flowed from my eye, now stilled, how?
I find it hard to trust even myself, I know.
Others place their faith in strangers, though, how?
Others place their faith in strangers, though, how?
Lost in your thoughts, each moment I reside.
To meet myself, alone, how can I now?
To meet myself, alone, how can I now?
And yet, wise men, and those consumed by love, were there.
We alone were plundered in your gathering, how?
The storm of sorrow, so fierce, yet hushed, how?
The river that flowed from my eye, now stilled, how?
The river that flowed from my eye, now stilled, how?
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