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A world as cold as ice and steel,
where no one cares to love or feel. A world where love is black as death; falsified faith in every breath. A world so old of painted gold, counterfeit hopes are all we hold. A world of beliefs passed away, faded to a place tainted gray. A world of pain and crying rain; a hypocrite's joy that's lost in shame. Where is this world of love divine that haunts the dreams within my mind?
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