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Feb 2010
It is not even light out
But I dread the day to come
I dread all days to come
They mean nothing to me now

Who was once my light?
My soul and life
The reason I wake
Now the reason I ache

The reason I sleep
When it is light out.
It is not light out
But I dread all the days to come.
Written by
D. P. Limbaugh
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