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Icons of misery, held as tokens dear

Self recrimination, haunts these years

Tears ever flowing make bitter water to drink

Slake your thirst on this wealth of sorrows

As seasons wither, this pain won't fade

Trapped here forever, your conscience weighed

Now and forever, these seasons grey

Cold and stale these seasons withered

Dreams turn to nightmare, hope to fear

Joy becomes sorrow, as memory taints the years

Looking back memories seed the rot

Feed the phantoms poison recollection

Feed your dreams on ashes and dust

Without purpose, the memories are lost

Turn the the past, upon itself

Lost forever, your dreams, your wealth