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Farewell

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IntricateSunlight

Published: Nov 13, 2012

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Literature Text

Adieu, adieu
Beginnings; anew, anew
It is now time to leave the den
Whether or not we meet again, dearest friend
I cannot cross the rift once more
I must change direction so I must soar
A harsh snapping of sinew
Adieu

Tschüs, tschüs
Perforate; astute, astute
I am but lost in a perpetual sea
I must venture to find me, belovéd family
I have to find myself at last
Capture the wind and sail the gusts of the past
Creaking tightening of the noose
Tschüs

Farewell, Farewell
Breaking; shell, shell
To grow I must walk away
Don't worry I will find a place to stay, someday
The sun sets over the horizon and I have to leave
We only seem to grow closer when we bleed
I'm trapped alone in this social cell
Farewell

Auf wiedersehen, auf wiedersehen
Here; finished, finished
Another day we will meet, don't pout
I have to follow my own route, doubt
I don't know if I will be back or not
But I promise that I'll give this door another knock
Someday I will, but this is the first ending
Auf wiedersehen

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