Seven Tears are flowing to the river And six of em are mine And I tasted the strange sap, mingling with my own. To construe in it that force I gave to so many. And strange it was in my mouth, and I plunged into a deep sea. And there hurts this old wound, with its drooling laughter amidst all woes. But then the tide concealed his body, after he had lost tears, six in number. The waters became his coffin, A seventh one poured forth... from agony. And when the river had guided the tear, towards the infinite sea, Love was finally afforded to him. But that he probably will never know. And could time now flow withershins, and was but a dream all the pain He will embrace her in his arms and love shall surround both their hearts... https://youtube/watch?v=uGhU8wNqqnk
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 10:13:05 +0000
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