Once a flowing river, while now a parched bed
The pebbles rolled with glee, are now dry and dead
My eyes spent the love and the bounty of my heart
And when my eyes went dry, a vacant peace did last
My once benevolent heart, is now clothed in rags
But I have no regrets, nor there be any snag..
Let foolish be my heart, and somber be my eyes
The love spent was worth, for the memories are still nice..
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