The Shepherd

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When he is alone

Up here in the mountains

He cannot feel his bones

But he is a captain


However his boat is Mother Nature

And the sailors are his ghosts :

This is the thought of his departure

When he let her go in the coasts


She was the love of his life

And he wanted her to become his one and only

But instead he took a knife

And killed his chance to see again the great Chloe


Therefore he runs,

Again and again

Like in those fictions

You can see his burden


Chloe always haunts him

He cannot forget her

When he saw her with Tim :

Of love she was a cheater


And thus the shepherd went by

And day by day, forgetting Chloe

He silently learnt to say goodbye

And to forgive her spiritually. 

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