In the depths of night, I ponder deep,
Am I wrong to feel, to yearn, to weep?
After all the trials, the tears, the strain,
Do I dare to love, to hope, to regain?

Through the haze of memories, I tread,
Am I wrong to miss what once we shared?
Though your true colours, they did show,
Still, echoes of you haunt me so.
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