| Born out of happiness, a child so innocent
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| Crawled so blind into this world
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| From a young boy to a cynical man
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| Tried to deal with both pleasure and pain
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| Years passed by, winter by winter and fall by fall
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| Tears passed by, one by one and still they fall
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| I slowly awake, as dreams start to fade, and I clear my head
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| I rise from myself, so still
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| As I welcome the King of the Dead
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| The lust found in sorrow, the seeking of Gods
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| In memory scattered, betrayed by life’s odds
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| An emptiness so deep, from all that was lost
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| Insignificance grew larger, life raised the costs
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| Denial fed weakness, it’s food for the vile
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| Rest under dark skies and cry with a smile |