Over the stream
The wind strong
With uncertain quiver
Holds my tears,
So long, my child
May God resurrect
All who would have lost
Along with me;
Build your walk of fame
With love and care
The end of the world, beckons
On the horizon,
And a nightmare
Carries your smell
Far and farther
Without reason and unaware;
Where
Even the dreams cannot reach.
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