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What lone salvation might I find
among these ruined, shattered hopes?
All happiness, I've left behind
upon the lonely mountain's slopes.
Despair, despair, and misery
is all that lives within my mind.
Without her love, I cannot flee
from sorrow's grasp, depression's bind,
and I must sink into the earth
and taste the bitter nothingness
No merriment, happiness, joy, or mirth;
instead is only emptiness.
My wish has failed, my dream has died.
I cannot count the tears I've cried.
© 1992,1999 by Victor Ganata