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How much do I have to give?
What kind of life must I live?
The pain never seems to end
These wounds cannot heal and mend
The rest have gone off without me
I am left to cross this vast sea
Alone, I search the plane of darkness
But all my wandering is useless
Solitude, I am here to die
Slowly withering unto the lie
It's known and foretold
All is gone, I feel the cold

Copyright ©2003 Eric E Ellison