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Mystery Of You
There you stand in the darkness unseen,
Why do you keep coming to me?
Do I know who you are?
Are you close or are you far?
Filled with emptyness you stand and stare,
though it is dark I feel your glare.
I try to speak but it falls on deaf ears,
I closed my eyes and felt your pain,
which painfuly brought me to tears.