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I mourn the future
Still waiting...
in hope, in vain
craving, yearning,
the hollow pain
the loss, were you ever mine?
So many years have passed by
craving, yearning,
the hollow pain
the loss, were you ever mine?
So many years have passed by
ever keeping the faith
living on dreams
living on dreams
the promises
Illusions, delusions
Illusions, delusions
the infinite patience
I didn't know I was capable of
you scatter little pieces of yourself
in my direction - just enough
like bread crumbs blowing in the wind
your essence, intoxicating
just enough to keep me
dangling on a string
of hope
time is passing me by
I'm at the end of the rope
clinging, futile
clinging, futile
it's been hard holding on
but I'm letting you go
like the flighty fairy you are
into your elusive wilderness of fantasy
whilst I wander in the barren emptiness
stalked by sadness...
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