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...endless nights, sorrows the birds, they cry and their wings are broken to fly. There is no symphony, there are no song left to sing, within their hearts and we all forgot that they utterly die. We lost our hope and all we do is to watch them wither and fall. My elegy, my sorrow...is for the world to fall, my poems, my words...are for you to recall, my words, my song...are for the birds to sing along, my frozen heart and broken wings, are for the ravens to fly. I breathed through her essence, her fair skin and my lost hope they were all the cause of my inexistence, Death became the wish and there is no one left to call. The seasons are cold and there is only one tree left to fall. Nothing vanishes here but the dark, everything dies and no one cares nor cries. My loss and my death are for you to survive, but my anguish and wounds are too deep to revive. It means nothing much this life, there is no other way at all, but even if I die alone I won't wait for the light to shine, so cold is the sun, cause all the rays are darkened...smothered, they are all lies.