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Never knowing how
Seems so far out of sight
Like a blackened moon
In the pit of night.
Growing deep inside
Taking over my mind
All that’s close to me
And for all mankind.
Never knowing why
Seems the way it seems
Bad to the good
Is this all life means?
With each shining star
Shines a different light
But in the end of time
We all have the same fight
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