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Softly falls the light of day As the night winds stir dismay. Mourn upon the star who falls From it pedestal, high and tall. Forgive me, O' Crimson Sun, And rescue me from the Evil One. Come O' Come Emmanuel, And rescue me from this internal hell. |
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I feel the teardrops trickle down As they fall silently Upon the ground. I watch the light fade away As night's shadow Comes to stay. |
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