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I have no more words, only tears,

I have no more birds, only fears,

Hope has not left me forever

But has gone away for a time,

There’s no more passion nor fever,

No more metaphor, song or rhyme,

Oh I know that it will not last,

However night’s robe has fallen

And its deep shadow it has cast

Over my soul, old and sullen…

I know summer will bloom again,

And my laughter once more echo

Once I chase away with bright fire,

This unexplainable, dull pain,

Akin to mirrors of Greco

Filled with warped regret and desire,

For I know where it’s growing from;

Yet, right now, the winter has come…

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Sometimes I am not myself and sometimes, sadly, I am.