His shining mind doesn't save his soul.
It is too late. He is alone.
His friends had dead. It seems unreal.
And he is shouting louder here.
He tryes to hide his pain in eyes,
But he again is changing ties.
He wish he was a human now.
He is too kind. He tryes to calm.
My Doctor had became my life.
His look cuts my heard as sharp knife.
I don't remember when I known
Him. Maybe hundred years ago...
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