Bless the day you came on in
And curse it just the same
Your presence drew the slightest grin
And is sure to bring years of pain
Inspiration has run its course
The well is all dried up
Searching for another source
A dropp to fill the cup
Tell me where I can find those with heart
Somewhere in this place
My life fades from light to dark
My passion fades away
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