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I stand in the rain |
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looking for the answers |
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why do I feel this way |
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withering like a dying rose |
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I must join you |
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as in life and death |
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we shall unite as one |
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to dance in the |
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ever growing darkness |
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Why must it be this way |
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held together by sorrow |
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my overwhelming desire |
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is to end this suffering |
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what do you think I see |
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when I see myself |
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death seems so cold |
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yet feels so warm |
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My mind is in turmoil |
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I search in wild despair |
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for another way out but in vain |
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I touch the blade to my heart. . . |
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I yearn for your kiss |
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from your soft loving lips |
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I have reached the end |
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and my time is complete |
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it all seems so clear |
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I know what to do |
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ending my life |
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to be wed in the grave. . . |