The Tragic Tragedy[edited]
Irvan 22 September 2002
I try to feel what you feel
Will I be able to feel, there is concern
There is no confusion, my honey, I assure you that the beauty
That being water I gave
Now you will understand or day after tomorrow
And surely thou sorry and gasp, that's life
Time of wandering in your rubble will arrive
Dew of tears actually existing
The days when you question it will always be
My gift is not a coincidence and the kindness
It was wandering the ruins where you later
Where is the compassion when it is the memories
Despite how bad I am; my beloved
Maybe I'm the only one of the most loved
If you hurt me, you do not understand
One day perhaps understand, that you will return
In the ruins of sorrow
Leave it so, because it is the desire that there
The beauty is not far from the confusion of time
Not always what we want it happen
Leave it so, my honey frankly I await
There in one place and a time of freezing and blue
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