An echo fades into the night, an eerie mournful sound. A shooting star disappears from sight, and I crumble to the ground. There is no life within this garden; my sobs are the only sound. I have poisoned the honeyed fountain where your love could be found.
Dazed, I stare at the stars above, my grieving howls fill the night!
I remember how it used to be when we shared our fears and delights. You are a treasured friend to me. How can I make things right?
Feeling afraid, cold and lonely, I long to tell you how I feel, but you don’t want to hear me.
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