So soft I chip away
I cannot cope, I'm lost
And nothing bids me stay
My absent hope, I'm tossed
Into storms made of gray
Thus I mope, I'm dross
Trampled down into the clay
Thrown a rope, star-crossed
Oh how dark my way
Thrown a rope, turned loose
From laurel's victory array.
Thrown a rope, turned noose
You take my breath away.
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