I have this hour of darkened black
In which the spring winds blow
I touch the air, yet weep this tear
And I am much alone
Always time to make me fat
And of these simple crimes
A lonely man built of sand
Cowers in his cage
I yield to he, that of me
and tire of endless fright
Within these walls I fear each breath
From that whom I gave life
A saucy man who’s tongue grows strong
Yet youth can’t feel this pain
I grasp it here within my clutch
And winds still often blow
The rain soon falls from each pale cheek
But I am not alone
You cry no more for I hold pain
Deep within your lies
The darkened hour soon nears end
Yet lies I still devour
To soon I hold, your life within
My madness and this stone
But in this end I’m blind again
From love that’s lost it’s end
I watch hate fume
I see the end
I want this gone, this is the end
And I am weak again...

 
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