it went away agin,
This so called hope.
That nourished me
This bitter life.
They left agin
Ephemeral dreams
From my lost sleep
Swept by the night's ghost.
Oh, dream, a sad dream,
Returning like a symphony
An arid song, with no melody.
What is life
When all the dreams depart ?
What is life
When there's no more hope....?

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