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Of Dark They Speak
The dark nights... promises
Elusive lights, ghostly shadows, stolen times
Perhaps even it shelters
The broken dreams, the lonesome souls, the never finds
It was at once unfamiliar
Never recognize to accept
Sorrows with stolen tears
If I remember, did I wept?
And the dark, they dream
Dreaming for one day there be light
Yet a place to never have been
Of days whence a lesser night
There, they forgave with anger
Desiring lesser for a fading reminder
Here, they contain amongst closer
For days when nights don’t remember
Shall the dark... a promise
When theft isn’t of time
Hopes like a dying wish
Is a lonesome soul to find
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