A Thousand Lies (random shtuff, bash away)

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Under gloomy sky, under dark tall trees
the earth grows black and rain drops red

In the swampy mud an old man seeks
what was bereft of him that dark day past

A treasure dear to him
of beauty and despair

Lost to gust of wind and fiendish world

Dark his dreams
a thousand cries
a shout of pain
a thousand lies
bereft of him that dark day past

Looking up at the stars
looking for his lies
bereft of him that dark day past

Here under moon and swampy mud
the old man seeks which is lost
A thousand cries, his thousand lies

The End

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