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The Guardian of Despair
Hanging on my wall....
Guarding Hope still left to spare....
High above it all....
Drawn with my Gray lanes....
Painted with all love and care....
Made from lifeless veins....
All secrets he keeps....
Guardian blessing room where....
He fights, rests and sleeps....
Won't let anything....
To hurt my soul, to impair....
Won't let Darkness swing....
Won't let Demons dance....
As Darkness He is to wear....
Death runs at his glance....
Watching my Downfall....
He: Guardian of Despair....
Hanging on my wall....
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