Ophelie - Paul Albert Steck
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Sorrowful
becomes dead weight
as I tire
from the haunting of my fate
sinking
may
not
bring me peace
but occurred with apparent ease
bound and gagged by my own hand
the brook
perhaps
did understand
garlands of flowers still adorn
remorse
I hold
for those
that mourn
all struggles were so far from here
where I was lost
inside my fear
no respite
nor chance to clear my name
day by day
sliced up the same
until self-view
I did despise
could protest no more ~
your words were lies
it matters not
when past no return
whether sense is seen
or you could learn
nothing more
for all eternity
but a dragged-out death
picked just for me
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Sorrowful, becomes dead weight
as I tire from the haunting of my fate
sinking may not bring me peace
but occurred with apparent ease
Bound and gagged by my own hand
the brook, perhaps, did understand
garlands of flowers still adorn
remorse I hold for those that mourn
All struggles were so far from here
where I was lost inside my fear
no respite, nor chance to clear my name
day by day, sliced up the same
Until self-view I did despise
could protest no more ~ your words were lies
it matters not, when past no return
whether sense is seen or you could learn
Nothing more for all eternity ~
a dragged-out death, picked just for me
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