He wasn't a emperor,
Who could afford a taj!
An unmarked grave,
Filled with roses,
Was how he let go,
His past!
Splinters of his cane,
They poked his skin!
As he tried to balance!
The pain he felt,
On a lost loved one,
He now felt so challenged!
Who could afford a taj!
An unmarked grave,
Filled with roses,
Was how he let go,
His past!
Splinters of his cane,
They poked his skin!
As he tried to balance!
The pain he felt,
On a lost loved one,
He now felt so challenged!
Those were the days,
He said to himself!
Oh those wonderful,
As they could be!
My love you shall,
Always remain,
In me and my memories!
Now he was,
Standing there!
His age too seemed now over!
Little left,
But to sigh in grief!
Gone now was his lover!
They had together,
He said to himself!
Oh those wonderful,
As they could be!
My love you shall,
Always remain,
In me and my memories!
Now he was,
Standing there!
His age too seemed now over!
Little left,
But to sigh in grief!
Gone now was his lover!
They had together,
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