Wait Shout from the roof tops, ive nothing to declare. The space to my side disappointing thin air, My spark empty but dont deserve a blink, Im the one who is wrong, no stretch to think The thief who raided what wanted to be stole the weight of guilt bore down on our souls Now far away, i can feel her inside Both at the mercy of mother times bide.
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