Sometimes in the midnight moon,
when the earth stand still,
i feel myself as tho im gone,
not here but in a distant dream,
for one thing that i fear the most
that this is all there is.
I crave the answers i'll never know,
and never find the truth,
untill the day i leave this place,
the answers will stay unknown.
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