The little sadness’s of every day
They weigh upon my heart, my soul, my being
And despite every sweet soft word they say
The respite’s not enough to let me sing
The weary day, which darkens in the east
The fading light, which hearkens to the west
I cannot hear the star’s song in the least
And never was I worst than at my best
Losing ground and time and life now, quicker
Then the rushing waves and changing tides
When we all were young than we would bicker
But now the empty memories subside
The lost are lost, they never could be saved
This road is broken, which they tried to pave.
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