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A place to rest...My space to hide
Where the dirt is cold...The dirt is dry Arms lay still...Hands by my side In the park, in the dark, where I hide Away from the light...Far from disease I find my solitude...I find my peace The weather changes quickly, and eases the pain Now all my tears fall, and disappear in the rain Blood washed away...In the mud where I lay As life goes down the drain |
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Dark, sad, makes me feel like this guy was killed and didn't want to go.
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