| Dark was the light when he awaked from a nightmare
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| Silently she left her room
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| Another sleepless night afraid to face the truth
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| Enslaved by the passion he had
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| He came to her in a while
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| She was still there in her bed,
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| Angel dressed in white
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| Sat by her side he looked into her eyes
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| Wondering why she cried those tears that night
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| He didn’t know why
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| Prisoner of his love for her
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| He couldn’t take it anymore
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| But nobody could ever know
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| What she felt for him
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| Cause mysteriously she died
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| Painted in blood
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| A red moonlight shines on the crime of his love
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| It’s her body dying, what is on the floor
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| Painted in blood
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| A red moonlight shines on the sign of his love
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| A Picture of her smiling now is on the wall
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| Obscured his mind by despair
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| Tired of all those lies
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| He put his hand on her head
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| And turned off the lights
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| She could understand that it was the end
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| She could understand it was the end
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| Of the hopes she had
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| It was the end
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| The same night she died
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| The same red moon was in the sky
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| It shined on that painted smile
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| And he died |