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The Old Dead Tree 6 0 197 0
What a waste, I feel empty, Shamefaced, I am sorry. I hate myself for being here Trying to forget a pain Coming from myself. Can't I wake up, get up, stand up? What kind of man am I? Give me time to gather my thoughts: I want to collect myself! But I think now, looking back, That my life's always been dark.

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