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A Dying Soul
Cold darkness surrounds me.
Outside - mist and shade.
The last ray of light melted.
The little bird flew away.
My soul has withered.
My heart turned into dust.
I shall not love again.
I shall not trust.
Outside - mist and shade.
The last ray of light melted.
The little bird flew away.
My soul has withered.
My heart turned into dust.
I shall not love again.
I shall not trust.
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