In this life
Dark and light
We must be sad
To know the glad
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We were all born
With an almost unquenchable void
Some search yonder
Some do find it
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Everyday
I get down on my knees and pray
Then I read
Those sacred writings
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Another day she waled
Feeling all alone
Today she felt dreary
Her afflictions heavy
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Summer days
We walked on the sand
Closely knit together
My trust, my confidant
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True love isn't what we really think it is
It's not when two lovers are passionate for one another
It's not when people deeply love eachother
It's not between husband and wife
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A silken screen
Grey and White
Hazy
Dreamy violins singing
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His skin is paler than winter snow
He looks as though he is a ghost
He dresses as an undertaker
All in long black
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I laugh
How my fellow mortals chase
Fake love
Lust is puke
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