This, the fate of old souls,
To be the only, the one left,
Standing in the doorway.
I'd call to you,
All those sleeping souls,
All who will always return.
But why, needlessly,
And you ask me to get up,
When you walk in another place.
Hence I am still,
The one still here
Your promised arrival, late.
And to the one who stands,
With me now and always
I love you I love you I love you.
So to those who ask,
Where is this poet,
Answers, with his loved.
To be the only, the one left,
Standing in the doorway.
I'd call to you,
All those sleeping souls,
All who will always return.
But why, needlessly,
And you ask me to get up,
When you walk in another place.
Hence I am still,
The one still here
Your promised arrival, late.
And to the one who stands,
With me now and always
I love you I love you I love you.
So to those who ask,
Where is this poet,
Answers, with his loved.
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