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In which not only the mask dies. |
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So as the year has spent the meaning |
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Of all the hopes - the bitter days. |
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To learn the good within the griefing |
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To hope the best as |
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I start to sink. |
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Why did I have to leave my fears |
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Behind the hills of loneliness? |
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Why did I have to find her here, who loved the black behind my mask? |
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Hand scratching this face - for |
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Christin and the days. |
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Blood dripping on dust - for the love |
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I have lost. |
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My flesh and bones - for the fear and the moans. |
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My life - my pain - to dream with her everyday. |
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This angels voice that fell upon |
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My fading life my fading lies. |
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Christine may you now mask |
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This dying naked soul of mine. |
