Oct 2018
Drops are falling
Clocks are weeping
Hours are dying
Please let me go
Turn the pages
Hide your paces
Mourn our ages
Drifting alone
A nightingale's crooning
shall hear nevermore
A life has gone
Clocks are weeping
Hours are dying
Please let me go
Turn the pages
Hide your paces
Mourn our ages
Drifting alone
A nightingale's crooning
shall hear nevermore
A life has gone
nightingale clock hour drift life
(23/M/Greece)
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