There’s time, alas, I have only in dreams
When I wake I find with discontent
Something I forgot to do it seems
I’d weep, but for a lack of time to rent
In frustration, I find my efforts fail
To elicit a glimmer or reward.
I’ve no soul to pour out my sad tale.
No hope, no dream, that I may move toward
Still in dark, I find myself a light.
And towards you I tread, feet touch only air.
In this walk, I move away from blight
To the end of time, I’d follow love there
For you, your love, I would give all my self
Until, of never, it become the twelfth
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