A Soul
There I lie a soul so meek
Aint clean at all
which
is
why
I
can't
sleep
The light that shone is gone with the wind
While whistling a tune I cant understand
My deep desires came to life
it's so mean but it it feel so right
While I watch it happens in front my eyes
That emptiness that was burried deep
come
back
to
life
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