Borrowed
So many days have passed away like so many a rain-drop cast in vain upon a desert of pain... so many moments awake and confused misled and abused by the lies you used as dreams... the hours, they slip away... the memories, they go astray... you are the writer, I am the play... or have I been written to be played as a fool...
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So many days have passed away like so many a rain-drop cast in vain upon a desert of pain... so many moments awake and confused misled and abused by the lies you used as dreams... the hours, they slip away... the memories, they go astray... you are the writer, I am the play... or have I been written to be played as a fool...
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