Drown me into the depths
outside sanity,
grabbing, too, my memory.
Make me forget,
make me unremember.
I still love her;
I loved her still.
She alone is the end of all rivers,
the start of all rain,
the furthest horizon—
unreachable.
One who came from dreams,
the dream of mankind,
the one true reason
humanity prayed thanks for existing.
She alone.
No one else.
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