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| Violin Romance #2 - Beethoven |
He never wanted to wake up,
that man.
He lies in his bed, dreaming
Dreaming of a dream of
a life once seen.
For there is no more life
No more happiness
No more nothing
Nothing to hold on to
Besides the faint beating of
her dying heart.
He lies still and allows
no one to enter his internal slumber
For he enjoys the sun in his sleep
the warmth.
And there's no more sun,
only darkness
Darkness that goes through
the pretentious light.
For he won't forgive himself
For there is no more hope
No more light
No more warmth
No more happiness
As he blames himself for her death
And nothing else.
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