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Hope

In the most hopeless moment 
I haven't lost one thing 
I haven't lost my Hope.


You see me, 
You cant but see my soul -
There's a tornado of thoughts,
Tempest of emotions;
I am lost !
I am lost !
I am lost !


You try to save me,
You try to save my soul.
See ! where she goes -
She flies to another shore,
She dances in the Tempest,
She goes mad with happiness in the Tornado ; 
how strange is the Soul.


She can not stay ,
She can not be hold ,
Ah ! You are cold , 
She is ... she is hot Blood and Bold.


She is in cage , 
She is in the prison of her own love - own fancies,
Take away Body
Take away flesh
All that you need...


I seem to be hopeless,
I seem a carrion,
Cold blooded body - that I am.
She is in fact 
All white glory.


Yeah , she knows it
Which you also feel- that 
She is a new Tragedy
A new sad story
But you don't worry
She has a heart 
To bear all this
She has a soul
To be with.
She has a hope;
Hope for a Life -
A serene Life -
.... After Death !  

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