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There the sorrows becomes calmness An endless stream of hope...
As the evening draws near As the shadows brings fear...
As I await my death memories come flashing before my eyes...
The moon shines its beauty A glow which blinds the eyes...
'she would never know, she would never see, she will never listen, because she doesn't care about me"
"A world of filth is the world you live in, To experience Heaven you have to go through hell"