Recognized your torture, my friend,
but the the coldness of your world
froze useless my hands.
Mercy is a desert with a one way
sign,
strange we never could follow that line.
But I will remember you as the bridges
burning,
I will remember you as the leaves
turning,
and I will dream of you every night
even though I lost it all,
even though I meant to give up
believing.
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