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Demons In A Golden Chalice
I ask you,
Do you remember the battles,
the mercyless fights,
when we drove our demons
on sorrow-filled flights?
I wonder,
How, oh how! could promises
ever last as long as you say,
they are not more than words,
words at the end of the day...
I know,
That nothing is truly eternal,
and forever? Not what we intend.
There's a limit on our silent days
and I will meet you at the end...
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