I will never know
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I Will Never Know π Of her love Was something I did miss It was sweet Her poison kiss Was it love From above I fell hard The sirens call Was my fate My salvation Arrive too late My heart ripped out Spinning all about Going under Darken seas Oh the falling Of the leaves Winter arrived Where did summer go She left me in autumn With my spirit Her mischievous eyes Part of me died Beneath those tempest skies Why why why Now the winds Of decay blow Why did she go Did she love me I will never know π David Arndt January 30th, 2023 Artwork - Gustav Klimt. Study for the allegory of tragedy