lost time
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When the world begins again I remember dreams of springtimes past blossoming in every petal, bright and shiny in the morning of forgotten past regret. I cry as the rain begins to fall. Gentle though the spring rain glistens, I remember. I turn away as the last flower rears its head, and to it give…
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Im wunderschönen Monat Mai, Als alle Knospen sprangen, Da ist in meinem Herzen Die Liebe aufgegangen. Im wunderschönen Monat Mai, Als alle Vögel sangen, Da hab ich ihr gestanden Mein Sehnen und Verlangen. [In the lovely month of May, When all the buds were blooming, That is when in my heart Love welled up. In…
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In the moonlight a shadow loomed, growing as a pool of blackest night spilling over. A cry echoed and then one more. But silence reigned supreme. I watched, lonely, as the moon fell to the earth. I reached out one hand. I did not catch it. Through my fingers slipped the light as water falling,…