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The morning when we walked beneath
The arch of trees in the royal glade
I knew we would be leaving our world behind
I ignored the feeling of doom rising in my soul
I turned my dark premonition to Aubade
Because I wanted for our future to be one of joy
On that day, I lost everything
My hopes for our tomorrow
My dreams for our new beginning
I lost my world
I lost you
Perhaps that is why in my current lifetime
The coming of morning
Always makes me melancholy
I wish I could always sleep and never wake
I wish I could dream forever of you
But then the damned yellow sun
Comes through the window and forces me to remember
What was and what can never be again
Pepper, channeling Ondina's past life memories
Form:
Aubade (sort of)
http://thepoetsgarret.com/autonomous.html#aubade
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