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In the darkest hour,
Of the darkest time,
Of our darkest year,
We see the darkest of truths.
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The pain i feel,
so very real,
the heart ach i feel,
so very sad
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The nights are cold,
Cold and alone,
Alone in the darkness,
The darkness of dreams
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Here i walk,
Alone in shadow,
My mind wondering,
My body shaking
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i sat here and thought of the time,
the time before you where in my mind,
i prayed and hoped,
i hoped and prayed,
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i lay here next to you,
yet you do not seem to know.
i kissed you on the hand,
yet you do not seem to know.
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I hate the way,
the way you make me feel,
i hate the way i love you,
the love that i feel
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Minds empty,
souls free,
hearts open,
memories.
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A cold night, a summer’s day,
Every night I kneel and pray.
I pray for life and I pray for death
I pray for this feeling to disperse
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I wish for you,
a wish divine,
your eternal happiness would be so fine.
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I look outside an see my life,
An then inside i start to die,
I see my soul as it fly’s away,
Deep inside i wish it had stayed,
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I find it hard to understand you,
I find it hard to show my feelings,
I found it hard to tell you how i feel,
I found it hard to care again,
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i close my mind,
i close my heart,
i close my fist,
i hope to die
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14.

From what i knew,
To what i know,
To what i thought i knew,
What’s wrong with us.
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Darkest

In the darkest hour,
Of the darkest time,
Of our darkest year,
We see the darkest of truths.

Love is both pain and pleasure,
If we have it as pain,
Pleasure is gone,
If we have it as pleasure,
Pain is gone.

Love is eternal,
Pain is ever lasting,
Pleasure comes and goes,
But the loss of love can drive you crazy

In my life I’ve known love as both,
Sometimes the pain has helped,
However form the 18th onwards,
All I’ve known is love.

In its pleasure form,
Making me happy,
My darkest times are gone.

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