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Oh, how I long to lament a love been lost,
and my deep desire for fires of hate
I’ve lost count of the coins I’ve tossed
to meet my end
a horrid fate

With each day, I can feel it grow,
that empty void inside my soul
and when I’m sure I feel love flow,
my hope is shattered
my heart is coal

I’m sure some day that I’ll find love,
some joy or rage, bliss or fear
and as I see that light above,
it’s disappointment
coming near.