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The Passing of a Youth of Little Repute
I wandered long in solitude
playing idyllic tunes with a lute.
Time passed like a breeze through the grass;
my youth was of little repute.
Then our lives crossed paths and entwined.
Your eyes sparkled and so did mine.
We walked in the day and lay in the night.
Those years with you were truly sublime.
Sun, oh Sun.
Light shines bright.
Days pass by.
Night ends quick.
I sat there in front of you
playing cheerful tunes with a lute.
Time passed like a breeze through the grass;
our lives worthy of song.
The seasons drifted onwards.
Your eyes grew duller.
Each night less warmth.
We both sigh together
as your duty called you forward.
Flames and blood, screams and pain,
yells echoing long through the eve.
Ambitions spread through the four seas,
Is all you lost worth what you gained?
Moon, oh Moon.
Pale dim light.
Nights are long.
Days pass by.
Thus I wait here in solitude
playing wistful tunes with a lute.
When suddenly a knock on the door
and my lute falls to the floor.
Sun, oh Sun.
Light shines bright.
Tears fall 'til
face turns white.
So I stay here
standing where you lay,
as my years go by
recalling my youth of little repute.