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From childhood's hour he's been his only friend |
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Endless solitude until the end |
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As other's saw he could not bring |
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His passions from a common spring |
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In his growth he was raised and taught well |
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All that he loved, he loved alone |
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In his youth the surroundings drew nearer still |
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Like an autumn breeze that gives its chill |
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The thoughts were not keeping up with the learning spree |
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Leaving him behind the others could not see |
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"Show me hope, if I'd ever to last" |
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The dark haunts his present and his past |
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The melody of his heart chimed the wrong tone |
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In the day, in the dawn |
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Of a stormy life was drawn |
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From every depth of good and ill |
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The mystery... it binds him still |
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From which he could not love the less |
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So lovely was the loneliness |
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As a man he still dwelt alone |
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Wandering around a world of moan |
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Thinking will he ever get his bride? |
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Or is his life a stagnant tide? |
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Into a self made Hell he was thrown |
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All that he loved, he loved alone |
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Leaving him behind the others could not see |
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"Show me hope, if I'd ever to last, on my own!" |
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Thinking will he ever get his bride? |
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Or is his life a stagnant tide? |
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Into a self made Hell he was thrown |
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All that he loved, he loved alone |
