Walking alone with a tempting grin to follow the voice that guides
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a small frown. Sobs echo past these blinded eyes and deny me of my
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happiness. Dismal shades of light brightens my path to solitude
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and sympathy. In some sick way I enjoy my pain. It always seems to
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indulge me. Frozen walls of ice guard my every dream, protecting
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me from what seems real. With rue and fire, all demons are cast
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away. With water and stone, the sadness drowns in vain. On thorns
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and glass, I'm tortured with love. In tears and blood, I forgive
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you once again. This day, I remember the cloudy sky In which I
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traveled high above. But now my wings are broken and I am left
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alone.
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With Rue And Fire
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Novembers Doom |