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I think its kind of gloomy;
I think its kind of sad
All I’ve ever wanted
Are things I’ve never had.
Useless Harrow.
I find it hard to live now;
I find it hard to die.
The things my dreams were made of
Turned out to be a lie.
No Tomorrow.
I know I can’t get past this;
I know I can’t get through.
I realize what I have lost--
Everything in you.
Leaving Sorrow.
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