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| I cannot sleep tonight There is no voice, there is no light. And all I hold in reason clear Falls through the cracks, renegade smear So every dawn and every end There is no turning for pretend Stillness, spoken tragedy Sinking in reality. With love that whispers tranquil rhyme Construed by torture in my mind, The lives I touch are semblance mere They don�t know when I disappear |