| Somber is my mind, now that
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| Misfortunehas faced my kind;
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| Weary glazed stare, Beneath the
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| Pitch-black hair.
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| On my cheeks, once so live, Adorn
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| Flood of tears, caused by strife
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| And as I griewe under the sky, even
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| Raven croaks to me it’s despise
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| My warm hand against your cold
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| Palm…
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| Words echoing in the air through
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| You’re gone…
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| Somber is my mind, Black is the
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| Colour I feel
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| These completely dead emotions,
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| Drain the last bit of me No matter how many tiers I shed,
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| No matter how much I repent
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| Some things just can’t be undone
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| And some of us can’t be forgiven.
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| No matter how many tears I shed,
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| Some this can’t be undone…
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| I’ve reached the point of the no return,
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| These are deeds from I can not flee
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| From a reflection I see a tired man,
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| Longin for a relief
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| The Black waters in front of me Will sway me till I’m in sleep,
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| Carry me to the shores of Manala
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| Where I’ll be free from my sins.
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| The Black waters will sway me till I’m sleep…
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| This Roaring stream will wash me Pure and clean… |