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Sometimes the pain is too much and I shed a tear or two

but I remember what sacrifice will bring in a year or two

leaning on belief, seeing demons in my sleep

but I'm waking every sunrise pulling wisdom from the deep

found comfort in my darkness, an angel amongst the heartless

cloaked in a slight smile, consoling my "right now"

cause I've seen the future. I felt it press against my lips

least I can do is give heaven back its kiss




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