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The moon shines down uppon my soul,
I have no aim, my only goal, Is just a bitter, empty dream I want to beg, but i can’t scream I have a sudden wish to cry And maybe I forgot to try. I love my life, the way you do I’m sitting here, I’m waiting too I have no pain, and feel no sorrow And waiting for a new tomorrow I’ve seen another part Of fire and brimstone in my heart My only confort is the rain The only thing to dull the pain The only reasones to be true Are poetry, the moon, and you And from my soul you will be gone Before the passing of the dawn..
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