Ah, ah, ah, ah...
The path we tread, where does it lead?
The heart's lament, "Do not be grieved."
Then why these gulfs that lie between?
Then why these chasms, sharp and keen?
Memories, they torment the soul,
Sleep deserts these eyes, takes its toll.
This heart, it yearns, it aches, it bleeds,
This heart, it yearns, fulfills its needs.
Why do distance and constraint hold me?
Let the world know, I’ll never flee.
She becomes a hope that starts to grow,
This thirst of mine, it overflows.
Memories, they torment the soul,
Sleep deserts these eyes, takes its toll.
This heart, it yearns, it aches, it bleeds,
This heart, it yearns, fulfills its needs.
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