I know it is lost
It is in the abyss of silence
That such a comely face
Amiable personality
Enviable azure eyes
Will not bend to my will.
I carry this cross
But it is too hard to bear.
On the edge of my mind
Madness glares back in the abyss of her silence.
Distraught in dark despair
My forlorn fear is that
The light of Love will never shine through!
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