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Spent in the prison

The juicy eon of the season

Tears flooded the river

Its rivulet, mountain mover


Before this thought turn to verses

I've endured the burdened flashback of lapses

My tears used I as the writing ink

My heart, heavy, a forest thick


Dark and fair they roll in

Tall and short we rock the inn

Necessary evil, they enliven the bore

Oliver twist will ask but for more



Now that time's winged chariot ride afast

The ignorant pleasure spent in the past

Be quickly buried in the earth's womb


The threnody can't be sung aloud but hum.






Summary

The poem is abt a guy, who was once a womanizer, at d beginning of d poem, he's in a deep tot, he exaggerated his tears dt it can move mountain, he's thinkn because he has wasted his years moving wt different types of gals, ''tall, short, dark, fair'' he, bein an oliver twist still ask for more. Now dt he's old n yet unmarried, he decided to bury his past, since d story can not be told all out bt kept within. ''The song can't be sung aloud but hum"