On a midnight silent evening, the fates sit with the threads of life
weaving, and the mortal
lives below, live and love, on with small lives go, wishing for something
real,
something to believe, somethign to feel, why do lives keep on turning with
hearts and
souls in torture burning, waiting for a brighter day, when all can live,
then fly away.
 
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