That What Is LostMature

The romance of a winter city lost

My thoughts have vanished like it's mist

A city I may never have again

Like an old lover scorned without intention

from words spoken by idiot lips

Never to be had again, like the mist too

But still the beauty, peace and sin, remains

On a plane, out of reach from the exiled

To only view glimpses from afar

To see what you shall never have again

The End

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