The fragile down collides with the sunset.
No longer does my road go on.
No longer doth I let. No longer struggle.
Now deep in the pond.

It did start but a simple dream
Elegant and as beautiful as a rose.
But it did become a dreadful scheme. A dark scheme.
With each bow to each blow it did worsen.

I do remember the start,
I remember the simple road,
With the beautiful rose.
I do not want to remember the end.

The struggle now over,
Where'ere I may turn now will end. All at once.
So now I know where I do turn maters not.
Now in the pond fond dreams once held fade away like those lost reflections as I pass.

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