What hurts most was not blows from foes or struggles
It was seeking relief from the endless, with my globes
It was biting off more than I could chew, while scared
It was being mighty when I couldn’t endure the aftermaths
What tortures most was not appearing impeccable in their eyes
It was the absence of allies against the gruesome adversaries
Her şey güzeldi bir zaman, çok önce
Şehirler, insanlar, güneş deniz
Mutluluğumu görebilirdiniz
Çökmeseydi içime bu son gece




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