Where were the days?When I was happy,Happy at heart,Happy with what I had,Happy with the people,Who made me happy.Those days are gone,Says my inner myselfIt even says,Were there actually such days?In my life.Eventually my ideas died,My thoughts died,My inspiration died,My enthusiasm died,I asked myself out,Out with a sorrowful andA blissful heart,“What else is left?”People who gave me a helping hand, Left me alone.Roaming down...
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