Heart oh blind prisoner of love. Cast in iron cold to the touch. What blood is shed for your names sake? When does it all seem a bit much? When in the end left wrinkled old to shake.
The smile of a child a renewed hope in life.The only reason, when reasons rule the day. And the fool a jester left laughing at the wind as life slowly passes by.His chance for riches passes away.He too left to wrinkle and die. As the flower in the desert heat. The widow with a tear in her eye.......
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