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On The Edge of The Old
This world has brought tears
to eyes that rarely cry.
Comfort seems like a fairy-tale
in a land far, far away
none of us will reach,
not today anyways.
My heart goes out to all
on my knees I fall,
praying to every God in
listening range.
to eyes that rarely cry.
Comfort seems like a fairy-tale
in a land far, far away
none of us will reach,
not today anyways.
My heart goes out to all
on my knees I fall,
praying to every God in
listening range.
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