have been Fate is cruel when dreams like candles fade Smashed again down into the gray Despise for a world turn cold No one sees what tomorrow knows
the gray Despise for a world grown cold No one sees what tomorrow knows No more color to will to fade To see life clearly, regretful nevermore Take
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into the gray Despise for a world grown cold No one sees what tomorrow knows No more color to will to fade To see life clearly, regretful nevermore Take
