A pond portrays mirage.
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Which mirrors deep space - deep space
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I dive again into pleasures
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by taking myself to the pond
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I preceive the place where I lost my love
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Now, only grey woods are standing in the frost
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I touch it I feel it my faded love
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I’m somewhere here, but I can’t behold !
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Brooks streams and sombre liquid lies in vague pond
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Lamenting sounds from cathedral we hear... or do we ?
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Reaching Melancholiah
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| Decoryah |
