...
Had I but known!
Had I but seen with my own eyes
what before me was apparent!
Is it so small a thing
To have enjoy'd the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done...?
My friend,
who was no more and no less than I am myself,
in dream shall I hear your silent scream,
in dream,
crunch.
Crunch.
CrunchSquiSHsmearrrrrrrr.
My friend,
my soul,
who is no more,
was no less than I am myself.
It fills my soul with doubt
to see your part within the whole, now...
...a little more spread out.
Forgive me