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Without You
The days that were before,
O, how have they been lost!
Another tear, the tear,
it will soothe in my love-tossed soul
Decidedly, I chose to not forget,
as if there ever was a chance
at this repair, so hopeful I let
the seen things go, until
But it is clear, oh very clear
that this soul you don't deserve
that this hopefullness doesn't strike
that it is I you don't care to like
for that, I set myself free
from your shackles,
from your tax
upon which you feed,
is there still a chance at this repair?
I stop pondering it,
for my life is to live now,
without this nightmare it's become
without the deceit to overcome
without all the tears you bring into it
Without You
