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a poem of experience |
| Have you ever been alone And only felt the pain? Have you ever been alone Drowning in your shame? I can only tell you now, These things I've done before And it brings no sense of pleasure And no strength to endure. Have you ever seen the dark And tried to make a spark? Have you ever seen the dark And turned it into fire? I can only tell you now, These things I've done before And it brings a sense of pleasure And it brings strength to endure. |