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Drowning out my painful sorrow
Turning my blood to stone
Singeing fires cannot warm me
And passion ebbs forgotten
For my soul's tired, and love is done
Weak and inefficient
My body cannont old this spirit
The will is here, but the way is gone
Cold heat searing cold
It doesn't sting my breath
And it won't chill me to the bone
For twilight is upon me
And soon the night must fall
Death comes, and he comes alone.