Never shall meet, the twine
pain is good... like old wine
As much as it hurts to laugh
Enough is just not Enough
You always keep coming for more
Not knowing, what luck has in store
Hope and light never in vein
Tears bringing deadly rain
Round the corner, there he stands
To guide you home, to hold your hands
You were born with this fate
You'll meet him at pain's gate
A friend in need, a friend so true
death rain stops, sky's blue
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