On an abject afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
I was lost in the tunes
Of a song full of wretchedness
Hearing how we'll walk alone
In a blight of loneliness
And on I listened
To these melancholic chords
Till the day was distant
And I sat in remorse
For regrets non-existent
Till the crooning went hoarse
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