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Black Memories

The darkness of my night is that of great despair
No other soul to hold my hand, something that isn't rare
Not only does the moon bring shadow, but it once again bring pain
Memories of the days when happiness help reign
But the only way to win
is to sink into a sleep
Something into which I will never fall in deep
I hope you understand
this isn't a telling of night
but rather the soul the escapes me
ever searching for the light



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