Cold rains with all the madness,
Wet and dreary, glazed in sadness,
Broken rays,slice the air,
in all love, in all fair.
Across the seas,with breaking winds,
I store my heart, I store my sins.
Forgotten thoughts, of misplaced trust,
as i must do, what I must,
If i should fall on my attempt to climb,
I shall be leaving you with this final rhyme.
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