LOST
Amarantha Françoise Dyuaaxchs
No one hears what I hear so clearly.
Please say that someone hears me!
Can anyone hear me? Please someone say yes.
Daylight is waning, the moon's in the west.
Soon is 'too late' and all will be gone.
Gone is the moon, and gone is the sun.
Perhaps I shall win, perhaps I shall lose;
But no one will come, whate'er I choose.
No one hears me, so worthless am I
According to all; the earth and the sky.
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