Alone
Alone to my displeasure
For me there is no treasure
I yearn to find the meaning to this ache
But the sorrow I feel cannot break
The weakness and the burning
Has filled my heart with mourning
As the cape of death surrounds my gloom
Surely it will be my doom
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