Oh bitter heart,
Why be there pain for lovers past?
Oh bitter fate,
Why doth thy mock my lonely present?
Oh bitter heavens,
Why must all good things end in future tense?
And so we find the holy trinity;
Indeed of Love and Friendship.
The cruel laws of reality.
Let me dream of feeling lost.
Let me dream of what I have.
Let me long for dreams to come.
And let not me from dreams awake.















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