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From "The Chronicles of Death" Silent Sorrows My love you have gone from me whatever shall I do? To free myself of the misery of always loving you. When will it ever end, at what point does sorrow fade? Who will even care if you died silent and afraid? Everyone will miss you now, those who were your friends. Left with the memories of how you loved them in the end. It was I who suffered most of all. I alone, will never forget. The warmth of your loving call, deep in my heart our love is kept. ![]()
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