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Tortured Soul
As I sit alone in the silver night
mist I know not a better night than this, In silence I wonder and
looks to the seas As I faintly hear the yelling and familiar
pleas
I hear the cry of those ancient creatures Silent
silhouettes...with those haunting features, In the silence I wonder and
look to the seas As I hear the yelling and familiar pleas.
I
turn to flea, from the deadly cloud I loose all pride, I am not
proud, And In the silence I wonder and look to the seas For I've
heard the yelling and familiar pleas.
I see what I've done, and who
I have hurt I cannot run from this world, I cannot desert, But in
the silence I wonder and look to the seas For now I listen to the
yelling and familiar pleas.
All I have lost and more I have
gained The true test of love has been tolerance of pain, So in the
silence I wonder and look to the seas For now I know the yelling and
the familiar pleas.
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