| Dimming the light of sun, muting stars and crescent moon
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| Lost inside the world of gloomy, haunting shades
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| Descending into this abyss of human soul
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| In this dreariest of nights
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| Time can draw out like a blade
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| And yet Her grace shines through
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| Through me, and the brooding clouds
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| And if her light never falls on me
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| I’m content just to feel the lack
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| And this fall set requiem for my way
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| Away from other’s paths, I turned to desolation
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| Away from other’s thoughts, timid and surpassing
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| Away from the others, beyond caring
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| In this darkest of hours
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| Time draws out like a knife
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| The reflection once whole, now only a wound, seeping hurt and loss
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| The image once so bold, now only a scar, dry of hope and light
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| For all things ought to say, left unsaid
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| For all deeds ought to do, left undone
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| Be with me now |