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Years Of Angst

All The Cold

Who understands me
In my ebony dreams
Why can't I be just like them
...Happy

Life is gone
Beautiful, suffering
My eyes drown, in delusion

My body paled and cold, let the
Silence bloom I never will arise
In your arms again

Now, with her hand, she closed my eyes
And gave me the last kiss, her tears drip
In my pool of blood...






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