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The Lost Romantics

The Wood's Silence

We are a creation of a god
Creation left of the mercy of the fate
We fool, ourselves we can fix our lives
Suffocating our deep emotions

Sentimental hypocrisy, sexual activity
Extirpating from the heart the power of loving
We remove the procreation from the mind
This is the architecture of the heart

The rain calls back my remembrance
The hope shines on my tears
My words cannot awake
The lost romantics from the sad oblivion