life is a river,
may the little kids swim,
cant see any clearer,
lights to dim.
i gave away precious,
glory and tears,
to what is the most,
compelling to fear.
my abundance is malignant,
and a melancholia of wishes,
regrets are the past, and I'm flying with the fishes.
may the one i heart love thee for young to old,
with the sacred treasure of heartless gold,
forgiven in the battles of empathy,
i will no longer live in sympathy.
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