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Black storms, victim of the pain, will |
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I survive. |
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Rain, wind and thunder are beating me insane. |
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Dark clouds of fear are rushing around me. |
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And I run to escape from the pain. |
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Rise and feel the pain brought upon thee. |
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Rise and feel the pain of existence. |
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Rise and feel the pain brought upon thee. |
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Rise and feel the pain of existence. |
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And slowly |
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I rise to face the storm. |
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To see and to mourn about what has become. |
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To accept that pain is also part of existence. |
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For I know that the pain will haunt me until |
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I've seen her face to face. |
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This pain |
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I cannot bear until the end. |
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But I will not have to bear it alone. |
