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2007-05-29 | |
The natureâ€™s loneliness is hunting,
It kills me, strikes me from inside,
For in its lot I find my beating
Of heart that keeps to seek and hide.
Now Iâ€™m a lone wolf, feel so mortal
I scream, I watch with self delight
How everything becomes immortal
Under my wild, strange insight.
Here, in this spot where grass is growing,
Where birds are flying with my dreams,
Itâ€™s here where I, the sad and lonely,
Keep waiting under silent screams.
My pain is loud, but no one hears it,
My natureâ€™s calling from inside,
The outside world it doesnâ€™t matter,
Itâ€™s just a game of seek and hide.
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