I disturbed a cloudy moon,I knocked a door private,I went a marriage with out invitation.I ate a feast with out calling me.I went painfully into my world in a memory street.I know all was I, So now let me die like a young gentle man with my forlorn oblivion
The Poet wants to the Leave the Living World, due to loss of Love and care,before that, he sings a sad Song! :)
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