| Please could you stay awhile to share my grief,
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| For it’s such a lovely day,
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| To have to always feel this way,
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| And the time that I will suffer less,
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| Is when I never have to wake.
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| Wandering stars,
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| For whom it is reserved,
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| The blackness of darkness, forever,
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| Wandering stars,
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| For whom it is reserved,
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| The blackness of darkness, forever.
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| Those who have seen the needles eye, now tread,
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| Like a husk, from which all that was now has fled,
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| And the masks, that the monsters wear,
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| To feed, upon their prey.
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| Wandering stars,
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| For whom it is reserved,
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| The blackness of darkness, forever,
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| Wandering stars,
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| For whom it is reserved,
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| The blackness of darkness, forever.
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| Doubled up inside,
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| Take awhile to shed my grief,
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| Always doubled up inside,
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| Taunted, cruel.
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| Wandering stars,
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| For whom it is reserved,
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| The blackness the darkness, forever,
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| Wandering stars,
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| For whom it is reserved,
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| The blackness, the darkness, forever. |