...Sad roundabout...as life passes by
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Lost thoughts melted with my memories
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...and my passions...and my aspirations...
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...all gone...
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as the roundabout turns around
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Like a child laughing and crying in the shadows of a life spent in ignorance
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A great void surrounds me while she entangles and absorbs my mind
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Unaware of our condition...silent...we stroll in the garden of sadness and desperation
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Now...a passing life will lead to another
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...And our futile tears are balm drops lost in the stream of life
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...And our painful thoughts are dead leaves brought away by the wind
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But now I must go away, far from this perenial wheel...
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that will turn eternally...driven be each of our stories
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In The Garden Of Sadness
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| Inner Shrine |
