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Dark Rain
This happiness inside of me is dead
My brown small eyes are false with contentment
As I lay in this still night on my bed,
I picture life’s cruel dreadful resentment
This world with its illusions I can’t see
So, my life is slipping away like sand
How I long for someone to be with me
And hear his whispers as he holds my hand
My vacant heart still can’t find my feelings
I can never draw the same picture twice
Trust prevents me with much needed healings
And eternal love is without a price
I don’t reason of how lonely I get
Because in time we never even have met
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