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My heart, a lute that once played joyous tunes,
Now lies in silence, its strings unstrung,
For I have been abandoned, left alone,
In this harsh world, where my love's light has gone.
The golden sun that warmed my weary soul
Has dimmed, its rays no longer grace my path,
I wander aimless, a ship without a goal,
Adrift in sorrow, consumed by bitter wrath.
My love, my muse, my steadfast, loyal friend,
Why have you left me to face this cruel fate?
Your absence tears my very heart to shred,
A wound that time can never, e'er abate.
Yet still, I cling to hope, a flickering flame,
That one day, you'll return and end my pain.
... see you around, Geralt.