Everything I believed in,
Got lost with time;
Everything I said mine,
Aged away with wine.

Every step I took,
Got erased with each wave;
And everywhere I looked,
All I saw was grave.

All hearts dark,
And all hands closed;
Even from the lake,
A jealous smoke rose.

Stood there in the midst,
A tender heart;
Bruised and hurt,
From the world apart.

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