My autumnal melancholia is bleeding through....
Like walkin' on a country road....
It is hard to describe... a feeling of loss.. a certain mourning...in the morning.
And in the afternoons and evenings....
This time it is the last time I have seen someone. He'll not pass through here ever again.
I want to be on a country road,... I want to go home to a place that's been long gone.
I want to go where you cannot go again.
I want to go home.
I have known this feeling since I was a small child.
A deep, mournful melancholia...
Daydreams of a lifetime of sad feelings..
What is happiness......
age, ... up and down and around and round....
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