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Too Late
Soul fire, Dark desire - Longings buried deep. Hazy, haunted sleep - Living nightmare. Too
much to bear, Darkness stealing breath - Begging now for death. Tears fall at night; Sharp fangs can bite. Scars
tracing scars, Silent as the stars. Witness to the pain Sings the bitter refrain. The wounded girl cries - Don't
close your eyes. Blood thick as tears - A window to my fears. Sky pours down hate - For me its too late.
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All content © 2001-2005 Abigail Smith
All your base are belong to us!
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