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What peaceful hours I once enjoyed
How sweet their memory still,
When I was with  you
But they have escaped in tear;
And carry the sunshine where darkness is rife
Which the world can never fill.

While I love someone it goes away;
Like a free flow river whither the end?
I'm drowning with my own thoughts
I'm tired of doubting myself whether you are coming back.
Finding the other way in some corner of me
Just to hold your hand.
Wanted so much to speak to you,
But it killing me with your absence and silent.

I smiled through the tears and pain;
Just to see your sweet face
Hidden the tear has fallen,
Saying great when am nothing yet,
Even harder for selling with hurt,
More difficult to have or let go.
How old shall one like dying life be?
All lose and nothing left to gain
Emptiness had booked the room.

Tired with all these,
Save that to leave my age of beauty pain
From now I would be gone
Shall the winsome memories be dead as I have gone
And live no more to sad nor me nor you.

-bryam




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