My thoughts ebb and flow
When the dusk frown and
Serenade muses slow,
A heart sterilized of crime,
I wish to live;
When I forget to live sometime.
I ramble lonesome as a cloud
Wafting on high valleys and moulds.
When all at once, I gaze a crowd,
Fluttering, a golden marigolds;
Oh heaven! I wish to live;
When I forget to live sometime.
Panic and stifle I, cry aloud
Enigmatic, a nature of mankind,
Where enslave on the hammock of doubt,
Alone and only alone I find.
Again, I wish to live;
When I forget to live sometime
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