Across the road near the alley
Here lies my unfulfilled past

Why was I such a dreamer
Why didn’t the dreams last

An end like a rain drop
Whose beginning was fast

I lost all my virtues
No feelings like a desert vast

Gone is now the precious time
And here I stand gazing at the past



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