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Paradise Lost - Yearn for hange
Approaching a silence, a blur of subsidence
Time may heal all troubles, is that what i?ve found?
Joy entices all, until death?s lonely shroud
But i know it?s fever...
Praying for a change
Our lives leading onwards, the essence is stronger
Memories of life drifting further away i must doubt that where
There?s a will there?s a way...
But i know, it?s fever
Life is all the pain we andeavour
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