in cover of a dazzling fullmoon
I pace in the hall rendered harmless
by the memory of what I used to be
night's soon over I dread another sunrise
the pain of knowing I might have changed the world
I couldn't pass with a compromise
but the healing hand belongs to the living
and I am no longer the world will go on without me
I'm no longer
when I leave I'll feel a soft asuagement
and with minimal manliness
I'll bow to hail the light
when night's over
I'll sink into oblivion
but still I will remember
I could have changed the world
I couldn't pass with a compromise
'cause the healing hand belongs to the living
and I am no longer the world
is the same without me I'm no longer
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