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What does it matters?
Does anyone realy cares?
Is friendship hollow and vain?
And all promisses are empty?
Hope is gone, the last to die,
And the winds blow my soul away.
I had dreamt I saw the future,
Filled with colorfull lights,
Snows and happiness,
Smiles and laughs.
But I was a fool to beleave in dreams,
For those exist only to pain us more.
As the night falls again,
And the moon rises in the horizon,
I fear, my darling, what is to come.
Every night, my friends are in my dreams,
Every night I see them dying,
I try to fight, only to see them dead,
People I love, People I care for.
Most of them are valurous,
Some are warriors by heart,
But all I see falling,
Fading in the dark.
As Odin's song used to say,
Sheep die,
Uncles die,
You yourself go the same way;
I one know which never dies: the fate of the honored dead.
Does anyone realy cares?
Is friendship hollow and vain?
And all promisses are empty?
Hope is gone, the last to die,
And the winds blow my soul away.
I had dreamt I saw the future,
Filled with colorfull lights,
Snows and happiness,
Smiles and laughs.
But I was a fool to beleave in dreams,
For those exist only to pain us more.
As the night falls again,
And the moon rises in the horizon,
I fear, my darling, what is to come.
Every night, my friends are in my dreams,
Every night I see them dying,
I try to fight, only to see them dead,
People I love, People I care for.
Most of them are valurous,
Some are warriors by heart,
But all I see falling,
Fading in the dark.
As Odin's song used to say,
Sheep die,
Uncles die,
You yourself go the same way;
I one know which never dies: the fate of the honored dead.
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A very deep poetry..