One year passed by,
battles fought and lost by,
heart sings its own lullaby in a room where no one passes by.
In deep melancholy amongst the winds,
he passed the mast with vigour,
couldn’t escape the fatal fate,winner takes it all, that’s his tale.
No heart with profound grief,
every witnessed nature’s disbelief,
from flint and stone he took off,
never to reach his final fate.
One year passed by,
battles fought and lost by,
heart sings its own lullaby in a room where no one passes by.
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