Am I content with such a storm
That all illusions seem to break?
It makes me think that I would crawl
If found this hour to be too late
Distracted, lost, unwilling still
I crave for you, my blackest dawn
You seem to be as lost as me
You sing and mourn the same old songs
Enchanted I, so weak, so frail
Would hurt them till I was your last
And love you till I was as pale
As time becomes when gone to dust
If you should doubt the words I say
I'd have to learn to lie again
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