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Trapped in the dark room,
Secrets of my past. I search forever to call that Which I will find last. No love to guide me, A shadow in the night. I have one chance to fight. An image reflects on the walls, Coming closer ever then. She won't have to be my heaven And I won't have to be her friend. No soul to guide me, A shadow in the night. I have one chance to right. Sunrise burns my weary eyes, And then my sight dies. I found my lost love, my serene light, Hidden in the night. Now the day has come, My heart is free but ever torn. Her love can guide my own heart, Ever wanting, ever worn. I won't let go, cause I know, I can't let go... She has me, ever has me. She loves me, ever loves me...
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