A nay thing could I feel now in my heart,
I feel a blue sky looking down on me.
In not nature's way could it guide me love,
So foretell psychic, what thy see of me!
One love, once had, did bruise a heart badly.
Tell me, answer now, could one cure or not,
For I endure a lonely heart in me.
For unhealed wounds hand me a passion lost,
Long since nay have I one laughter breeze.
With overslept love, un-wakened in snow,
Till now I hadn't a single fast beat
Yet even nay passion nor joy to show.
But, for still I possess some pride in deep,
The pain you caused, I'll hide in with ease.
Ananova(30 Dec 04)
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