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The World Has Blackend

� �The birds, they chirp no more. �The flowers never bloom again, before mine eyes. �I speak upon the trees, but no echoing voice comes back to me.

� �The world has blackened
� � The world has blackened

� �I sit in confusion, as my blood flows red!
� �All the cuts, upon my skin.................. � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �The deepest shades, of mushroom grey.
Therefore, the sun will rise no more, as I take my last breath.

� �The world has blackened.
� � The world has blackened.