Athens. The city of glory. You are my one true love.
Four days from now, I will be taken from you.
How will I survive and how will I breathe?
Before you, I was a lifeless soul, searching for purpose.
Yet, now I live in the freedom and passion you've laid before me.
Without you, I am a kite without wind, a garden without rain.
You have taught my soul to soar, and my mind to ponder.
Then why must I leave you? Don't make me go.
The day is soon approaching when my heart will break.
A fairytale with a tragic ending. A romance turned bad.
Every sunset I will think of you. On each sandy shore and every crashing wave.
No amount of tears will bring you back.
I am doomed for sadness and destined for pain.
Now and forevermore, I will great each daylight and moonbeam
With a prayer to thrive in your arms again.
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