In the silent night
Everything is dead
All is not living
Except fear and dread
The love we lost
So long ago
Fills our souls
With an ominous glow
With a blade so sharp
You pierced my soul
You’ve left an empty space
An endless black hole
All I have left
Are the empty tears
In which I cry
Created by my fears
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