The Common Clutches, Vestiges of Love

The boy lay his head to unrest,
And cannot say goodbye to the day

The girl lay her hand to her chest
With no sweet sayonara to say

The man for potential’s obsessed
Abrogates worthy gozaimasu

The woman prays all through her test
In hopes to grip what love must be loss


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