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is there a time when pain accrued dissolves to nothingness when life again bares mites of joy amid this hopelessness and will i dare let go this grief bid fair thee well to pain and spirits shall no longer be my daily crutch and bane for time's become my enemy by keeping us apart and yet it drifts directly to the one who owns my heart so suffer i these nights alone abiding daily life obsessed with burning passion for this soul i call my wife

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