In the darkness of night,
Melancholy mars my mind.
My heart leaves its door ajar,
Waiting for your gentle feet.
The departure makes me desperate;
Your memories are to commemorate.
I'm lost in the premises of pain,
After you left me to remain.
It's as vast as a spiritless sea,
But even in sorrow, memories stay with me.
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