The mists of memory, enshroud-
The tangled corridors-
Of the heart, and the mind,
That you once claimed were yours.
A sullen stream of tears run down-
Dank, depressing air....
Where never smile or laugh is found
A labyrinth of despair.
Ah, the light which once was here...
The laughter, bright and gay...
Alas, too soon they disappeared
And darkness came to stay.
The dreams which wafted like a scent
Of rose or daffodils-
On bitter gales away they went...
In vain I hunt them still...
Ah, wretch, methinks thy reasonís flown-
Perhaps indeed Ďtis true...
Like you, I know not where itís gone,
I miss the both of you.
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