He weeps, a prisoner of his memories.
Having lost what he loved once. He
sits and remembers the pleasure.
The warmth of love long ago stolen.
It still burns fresh in his mind
and heart, thus he forever weeps, trying
To wash away the memories, only to
Remember them in forgetting.
Memories
He weeps, a prisoner of his memories.Having lost what he loved once. Hesits and remembers the pleasure.The warmth of love long ago stolen.It still burns fresh in his mindand heart, thus he forever weeps, tryingTo wash away the memories, only toRemember them in forgetting.
1–2 minutes
Voices-of-Nature 
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