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May 2012
The end, the end
Oh, why pretend?
Sadness, madness
To hell with the gladness
I can't stand to lose
What I never gained
But in the end it all seems vein.
No more, no more
No time for pain
No nothing's gained, but for the rain
The wind, the stars, the moon, the sun
Love's eternal.  No room for none.
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