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Evening. And she’s gone. In the morning
When I wake up, my hands’ll be searching
For the warmth she had left behind in
The bed, under the blanket, never
To be found again, never again.
Night. No more daylight, no more daylight.
No more sunshine, and the Moon is blind,
Stars have lost their sight, cold is the sky,
But I’m burning in this hell within,
She set the altar of my feelings
Ablaze, sacrificing her my love,
I stole fire from the hearths of stars,
She stole my heart, I gave it to her,
Never to be again together.