A cry of despair
in a night of longing
the echo much lonelier than that, which bore it
rushing onward to forever closing doors
never to be free
just fading away to nothing
trying desperately to hold on to the vigor of youth
Pity, that its plight is terminal
Bah! what concern is it of mine?
If it disappears, there are others
but the melody is forever changed
dwindling in intensity and variety
its indistinguishable nuances
falter and become painful to look at
A cry of despair
in a night of longing
We hear it; yeah, we hear it
Too bad we don't understand
His adversary states "Check..."
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