Weeping fils my days,
Pain a constant caller,
The voices of my wailing echo in my ears.
My dry eyes lie about my soul.
My soul longs for place far away,
far away from here.
A place with no more pain,
no more tears,
no more weeping.
Life is a story.
Weeping fils my days,
Pain a constant caller,
The voices of my wailing echo in my ears.
My dry eyes lie about my soul.
My soul longs for place far away,
far away from here.
A place with no more pain,
no more tears,
no more weeping.
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