Sorrow sorrow choking pain, I fear for life, I fear the rain. The water drowns, and snags, and snares, Horroring things that one shouldn't bear. Alone alone darkness closes, pierced through the thorns of roses. Gashed through the heart I bleed and spill, my wretched soul upon the hill. Hung up high like a forgotten dream, forever lonely, forever free.
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