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This is my legacy of pain. |
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Condemned to darkness for a thousand years, |
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Though I've learnt I can disguise my tears, |
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Inside the memory lingers on. |
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Out on the cliffs I watch the waves. |
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Incessant pounding like a funeral drum, |
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Now every semblance of my heart is gone. |
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They show how empty I've become. |
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I wasn't ready; my lifetime on God's earth had only begun, |
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I was the victim of Death's catastrophic mistake. |
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No man sees the hands of the clock, |
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When his moment has come, it's not death that he fears, |
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No man ever knows what he's got till he can't see the light for the tears. |
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I feel the rain upon my face. |
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It just can't wash away a thousand years. |
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And though I try so hard to hide my tears. |
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Inside the memory lingers on. |
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I wasn't ready; I thought that my life here had only begun, |
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There was too much in my life just to take it away. |
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No man sees the hands of the clock, |
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When his moment has come it's not death that he fears. |
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No man ever knows what he's got till he can't see the light for the tears. |
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I feel the rain upon my face. |
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It just can't wash away a thousand years. |
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And though I try so hard to hide my tears. |
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Inside the memory lingers on... |
