I dying in my pain.
This is sorrows rain.
And I grab a knife.
The Reflection Of Dead Eyes.
I hear the silent cries.
I turn off the cold sun.
I'm leaving.
I was one.
And I must grieving.
The Reflection Of Dead Eyes.
I hear the silent cries.
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