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I sought so much

...I look at the horizon...On my drunk hill...Of my own dead.

Drizzit

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I do not have any more wind to push myself
I lost my veils
I do not have any more allies
In top of my mountain
I look at the horizon
Far from civilization
I sought so much
For nothing to find
What good is it to live
On my drunk hill
Say to me
what I cannot
To embed in the fog
Of my own dead.

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RETOUR