I feel the melancholy of deepening summer nightAnd I loathe
Crave...the sound of ocean roaringThe moisture during nightime warmth Crave...th
Sprung from total emptinessInpenetratable and coldI'm drawn into the grayAnd
Even though the rain won't stop fallingAnd the winds howl
Knowing that I'm all lost nowI have no chance but
I want to tear my thorn awayThe shadow of my
My quiet stepsAnd the sound of being aloneLine my homeMask
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