Stream of sorrows

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In a stream of sorrows, I find my plight,
Where tears cascade through the darkest night.
A broken heart, forever to mourn,
As love's sweet melody turns forlorn.
Oh, wretched stream that carries my pain,
Each drop a reminder of love's disdain.
A torrent of sorrow, flowing so deep,
In this endless current, I silently weep.
Through the valley of despair I tread,
Where dreams and hopes lie buried and dead.
No solace found in this sorrowful stream,
Only echoes of lost love's haunting theme.

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