Oh, cry, my dearest, cry, Spill out the memories of past Forget, what should forever last But, dearest, do not die! Let's bury our sins. And I'll forget your pleasant grace, And you will soon forget my face And that we once were kins. Oh, please, my dearest, please Cry ...

A vector field Of weed lying in one direction Reminding of the villain the river once was.

No man has struck me with a knife, No man has hanged me with a rope, No man has tried to steal my life, Nor am I set on fire, I hope, But I feel the wounds so deep inside, I cannot breathe nor think at all, I am so ...