| My soul is tired like the evening sun
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| It is night and the moon is full
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| In this place alone I am
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| Hoping to see behind the dawn
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| In this dark and long winter of torment
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| I’m passing through
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| In sadness I will dwell
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| Hoping to see any light to fade away
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| Haunted by dreams dressed in black
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| Embraced within them and in their loneliness
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| Searching for serenity
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| Within my deepest inner sould
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| When pleasure is found
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| Ecstatic I will be
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| And no more will I hold this
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| Overwhelming sadness
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| I log for scarlet days
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| Of pleasures and delight despite that being
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| So insipid and unreal in this gloomy future |