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Dark Was The Night
Dark was the night when he left me.
The tears welled up, saw a generation of trials passing away.
I saw the tears of my father, the man who never cried
My father the person who fought death at it’s most extreme.
Who was there to heal my lacerated soul, nobody.
What was there providing the balm on my parched conscience.
I slithered like a snake wounded by the dart of guilt
Probably I failed him when I should have succored.
Death was an escape into the enchanted lands.
Lands where there would be no pain for you,
Lands where you would visit me in my ...