8/2/2008 8:23 pm
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Don't mourn for me when I am dead Know in your heart twas for the best And but a willing soul that fled In search of some dark place to rest
Now I've grown weary of this place! My troubled heart cannot deny The truth that's written on each face That dare deceive me with a lie
Wouldst I be burdened with that fate? Have I not seen too much to save When turning back would appear too late My only hope now seems the grave!
Cold earth to cover burning eyes That lost their innocence of youth When vile deceit and wretched lies Could pose no longer as the truth!
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