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I regret

From sunshine

Bathed heights

Between pines

And scent of breeze

I came down to

Misty town

Because I wanted

Something more

Much more

Years passed

And I lost my youth

And strength

Between walls

And on streets

Of that town

I forgot my name

Just to be called

By other

I forgot where

I came from

And my history

Just to take

Others as mine

Bones and will

 Crushed

Just for others sake

It was forbidden to me

To sing my songs

And told that

I must sing others

That I must trust

In what they tell me

They told me

How to think

How to live

My own life

Now at the end

I regret

Why I ever left

From that

Sunshine bathed heights

Between pines

With scent of breeze