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Allée Sombre

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Allée Sombre

Like the road to my soul
Not evil; i hope
Just mysterious and obscur.

The trees are colossal
Forming a ceiling underneath the sky
So ravens will find no need to fly.

With an uncanny desire
i keep on walking

My expactations are not so high

Thee who hoped much died misfortuned
And thee who didn't never lived to tell

Here i am now
As ambigious as i have ever been
Hoping for a garden
Or the ashes of a broken dream.


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