Strange Sensation over me, I feel so giddy all over; Surly some things are meant to be, For the world is a true Dover. How come this mood's inside? Just letting me worry still; Sorrows are there amplified, Nothing of them to fulfill.
Strange Sensation here around, Connecting to some answers; Nothing of gladness found, Only the shadowy dancers. End of the year is coming, Doubts will thus carry on; Darkish colorless blooming, Yet there's no springtime sun.
Strange this sensation really is, With sleepiness in bringing; For other thing I truly wish, I am more of a singer singing. To opportunities of next year, Hopes are on the horizon; After frost roses boutonniere, That fades into the oblivion.
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