Living Deadly |Poem|

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Now is the time that face should form another;

Those hours that with gentle work did burn.

And just not another restless night;

It was another falling tear

Another broken dream.

When you have stolen my mind

Another promise to keep,

Which the world can't erase,

The morning will come as my heart close

And I won't feel the sunshine.

Ungodly loveliness, why do I killed

Upon myself beauty ask's bootless?

Lo, in the orient when the gracious light,

When I don't even know my name

When the darkness blinded my eyes.

And there are days when I am losing my faith,

Because he was not good,

When you look back

There's exist a wound

In his heart.

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