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Silent Ones
When the sky is dark, and the wind is cold,
And the rain comes down, fold on fold,
Torturous blood would be welcome in my veins
Hearts filled with agonizing wounds
Instead, there’s nothing -
Selfish emptiness took away my feeling
Our eyes beyond this sphere do gaze
To search for meaning in our stars.
On patterns flung across the heav'ns
Our eyes beyond this sphere do gaze.
Alas! For when we seek, we find
