Even while the whole world echoes along
It's a shame one can reverberate alone
Even in the brightest of hours
One can sense darkness, in shadows cast
Whilst close to perfection one can yet regret to refrain
From that which is not done
What soul, what heart, what light
Emotions like tornadoes neglet all the rest
That- which all aspects mentioned-
'Tis all this soul has to lament
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