Left alone with no one to love, I danced alone to the heavens above, now that the time hath cometh new, certainly the past will prove untrue, and yet the lie doth keep me awake, lest my heart can merry make. Happy times must now forsake me from mine mind where d’ happiness lie.
Never to lose them lest sadness be all one’s knowing
From the dark part to the conscience flowing like rain along drains. Dreams do end in nightmares, fondness burns to ache, bones and blood will fade to dust, in rust doth iron break.