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Mine a soul lost in the dark of night
Hunting for the light so ever bright
I looked in all the wrong places
Places that were of drear and blight
I looked inside myself, there's no such site
I looked to others, places I had no right
Now I look to death, my blackest of aces
Behold the long tunnel of bright light
No pain, no tears, or sleepless nights
Maybe for once I done something right
I did it not to bring tears or grieving faces
Wish me happiness, don't view me with spite.
-HRB
Last update: Tuesday, June 19, 2001 14:00
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