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Sep 2014
The cold of the night hid my grief
Rid my longing
Stole my colour
And painted me black

Inside I was dead
Empty
Wasted for the scrap
Crying from a future
On ears of silent

My dark look ahead
lights all blinkered out
Wishing I was gone
Washed
To screams of a shout

He laughs at all my sadness
Weeps his tears of joy
The angel from the dark side
Plays his music  

Wake me into sunlight
Wake me from this world
Hold my hand complete me
Wash the black away
Wash it all
Away
andy fardell
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