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by dwight Sep 22, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A song is sung in winter rain about this lonely boy crying due to crucial pain created by dying joy his tears are falling into his hand no one knows, how he was named his grave will be the deserted land and society won't be tamed people don't give a damn they only sing his song on his life will be a life long ban you know, you're wrong keep singing his tune it is his fantasy that made it fly his life is now just a ruin now you left him to die