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For the day, is what I yearn,
unless my curse, it does turn,
shattered, are my dreams,
Deafened, by my screams.
At the night, is what I cry,
Colours and sounds, lost to me,
taken for granted, the mortal eye,
everything dark, the sky and sea.
At the night, is what I curse,
forced upon me, nothing worse,
Shattered are, all of my dreams,
Deafened by, my suffering screams.