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| As I sort through the loss, in the shadows of the clouds I am under, blinded by the lightning, deafened by the thunder. I miss your soft whispers, which cause me to cry, into the pillows where I lye, in my sweet dreams. When I think of my sorrow, at a world of dispair, a depression that keeps me yurning, for you to even care. |
| That the radiance of your light, reflects of the tears I cry, I run to the lies, of my sweet dreams. Bewildered and afraid, I can't stand loss, the pain that's pushing me, towards a line I can't cross. I know all heavens aware, your loves not there, so I run to lye, closing my eyes to the lies, of my sweet sweet dreams. |