by Mark Kaven Lazaro
From the far place
Where used to go to shout your name
Tightly holding necklace
To reminisce the time you came
Oh I close my eyes and dropped only a tear
Standing in the grassland sobbing like child
This will be the last time I utter your name,I won't hear
A funeral for my heart, need to resurrect for it died
Now the endless night will come
Sleeping in cold bed in my empty room
Waiting to lighten by ones or some
No, Yes, I am confuse because I thought this is doom
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