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I cry in the night
covers, I hold tight. It just is not right. Filled with despair. As my hopes will die, and the ravens fly. As I softly cry, No one seems to care. My despair has won. My story is done. My pain was a ton. And I slowly die. I will be gone soon. Under the full moon. I hear the death tune, and no one will cry.
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