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You Still Reside

The wind flows subtly through my hair.
Memories long dead speak from the grave.
The night feels yet so young.
The shoulders of companions still hold so strong
In their solace shall i confess to all the sins
All that i have loved and lost
Shall I lose it once again..?
Forever shall I be haunted by the ghosts
Of a past which was not to pass
Of deeds and actions which had not to last.
Burn their reminiscences shall this night.
Or i shall burn in this plight
Still i seek her touch,her smile
To pursue this dream, i shall go many a mile
No, i have not forgotten you
In my deepest corners, you still reside
Your memories haunt me from a land afar
The untold experiences tear at my heart.
For my mouth is shut but my heart still bleeds.
The wounds are fresh though time has had its treat.
My victory lies in this defeat
For your presence shall my heart cry loud.
Forever and for always till He take the word from my mouth
My princess, no. i have not forgotten you
This pauper still seeks out your world
Till time lay still or the world run cold.
I am the ship and you the port.
Forever shall I tarry at your grave.
For you are my world and i your slave.
For you are my queen and i your knave.
My love is buried,long forgotten
Perhaps in another time, another place
You have not forgotten me.

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