I.
Drop drop, rain drops and music stops
Were they chanting at a dark dust light?
Echoes, at year‘s end sea tide,
who knows those cares from left to right side sea bank.
We must depart,
off to departure together.
Where it leads and where to exits
it's little what they care.
II.
Although you, Sir of year’s end
Nichole whispered to Tomas
Isn’t it better to toast a wine to our departure?
December‘s snow roars to an early spring
III.
Tomas replied to her gently,
I could see through the willows of the inn-yard
And identify who will be going greener and greener?
And you have a solitude soul
where ocean waves rise high.
IV
Nichole and Tomas hand in hand
They were chanting together: “
It doesn’t matter where the path they take
Shall we departure
Off to departure
together, slowly walk into the darkness.
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
I.
Drop drop, rain drops and music stops
Were they chanting at a dark dust light?
Echoes, at year‘s end sea tide,
who knows those cares from left to right side sea bank.
We must depart,
off to departure together.
Where it leads and where to exits
it's little what they care.
II.
Although you, Sir of year’s end
Nichole whispered to Tomas
Isn’t it better to toast a wine to our departure?
December‘s snow roars to an early spring
III.
Tomas replied to her gently,
I could see through the willows of the inn-yard
And identify who will be going greener and greener?
And you have a solitude soul
where ocean waves rise high.
IV
Nichole and Tomas hand in hand
They were chanting together: “
It doesn’t matter where the path they take
Shall we departure
Off to departure
together, slowly walk into the darkness.
# Departure # Darkness
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