The coming of goodbye draws nearer now
than ever it did,
and I feel a bittersweet pain.
To hail freedom, I must spread my wings
and leave you on the sodden earth,
and leave you on the trodden ground.
My faith alone I here retain
for the coming of goodbye
is a bittersweet pain.
Written April 2012, Emma Dumitra.
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