In dreams of you my soul serene. But Marie, unlike the promise of not being sad; I must weep alone. For I stand upon the gate between dreams and reality.
In dreams of you as I said before that my soul serene, but in motion of the daylight I was wandering ill. Do I let the people know of me being unwell? No I let them know not for I give them my happiest smile as you said weep not in front of them! Thus, I do not, and I let no one knows, but Marie, at the end of the day the promise has to fall apart because deep down in earth you, my love, lying; for that
I must weep alone.
In dreams of you as you know that my soul serene, but do you know that I have now become sleepless, and awake longer than the slivery twilight stars? For I bared memories of our radiant hours. I remembered what you told me about not being sad but for the memories, Marie, I must weep alone.
In dreams of you that seemingly ethereal, the first light do finally appear but it contains the smell of bleakness as if it is an eternal winter. You know, at that moment my crips mortal body misses yours, your presence, your scent, and your movement as how you used to fall gently onto my shoulder, and Marie, do you remember? You deeply slept on my shoulder and for that loss as well, I do weep alone.
Marie, I do hope now for a miracle. Just one that I might be allowed to hear your voice. But not as such how destiny is, alas! for every soul shall taste death, and all I can taste now is an endless silent.
Marie, I must weep alone for all of this, and I am sorry to fail living my heart brighter as you hoped me do so because you are to me as when you were alive; it was what for me the light that brighten my heart, and I am sorry again, truly forgive me for even now as I am standing motionless upon your graveyard, Marie , I do am still weeping alone.
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