The rivers flow down, by gravity’s pull.
And I fail to do so, breaking every rule.
As day turns to night, and over again;
I feel emptiness as I let the pain ascend.
The heart can not hold this much regret:
Of things of the past, I’m longing to forget.
And as it comes nearer to the end of living;
I remember that an end is just a new beginning.
And I fail to do so, breaking every rule.
As day turns to night, and over again;
I feel emptiness as I let the pain ascend.
The heart can not hold this much regret:
Of things of the past, I’m longing to forget.
And as it comes nearer to the end of living;
I remember that an end is just a new beginning.
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