The water danced swiftly,
As it fell down onto the pool of tears and regret.

Echoing sobs of unrequited love, Made tunes of symphonic sadness.
Throughout the field of wildflowers—
Growing freely across the lifeless valley,
Of weeping souls grieving for their hearts,
That were torn by empty promises.

Uttered by jesters who dressed up like kings,
And sat on golden thrones.


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