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I have slept in coffins and graves

Keeping records of my wounds

I have hidden my eyes from the burning sun

And layed awake in crumbling ruins
Some men are filled with joyful songs

That would burst from their beating chest

Yet I am filled with a somber tune

Of lust, loss and myself that I detest 

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