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People holding hands Couples part and meet,Joy and laughter ring
Crushed by the world in which I live, They've taken
Cruel, cruel fate. Why dost thou mock thy servant so?
I feel so alone I'm trapped in this tomb of
See the skin on my hands worn right down,Down to
Society breeds growing crowds of pointless masquerade, Conformity a shallow
Come, gaze stand in awe, the majesty of Man made
Weep. Weep for all the tears you've caused me shed.
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