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In the darkness of night |
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The silence slowly takes form |
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The black velvet of loneliness |
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Stealthily moves to envelope my mind |
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And I relive morbid scenes of my life's tragedies |
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The icy touch of regretful woes, |
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The spectre that is past grips my heart |
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Inflicting torture and deadly hindsight, |
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Demanding correction of my wrongs |
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I walk back in time on the path of despair |
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The memories seem so painfully real |
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Ever shackled thus to my present days |
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I reside in the shadow of depression |
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In the churning maelstrom of emotion |
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The spectre bears me along unrelentingly... |
