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Silent Ones   When the sky is dark, and the wind is cold, And the rain comes down, fold on fold,
The way I felt that day I will never forgetYou will never be someone I regret
  Torturous blood would be welcome in my veins Hearts filled with agonizing wounds Instead, there’s nothing - Selfish emptiness took away my feeling
A million peole A hundred roads All of different colors A red
Our eyes beyond this sphere do gaze To search for meaning in our stars. On patterns flung across the heav'ns Our eyes beyond this sphere do gaze. Alas! For when we seek, we find
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