(An interpretation of Shakespeare's Sonnet 30)
In the holy silence of the night
I think of all the mem'ries of the past
So desolating as they really seem
They keep on hunting me in my dream
The deafening reverberations envelop me
All I know is that I owe this all to you, my friend
Even then I'd still like to say thank you
For a thought of you gives me painful ecstasy
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