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Here is this child1
Who`s love deprived2
Who uses , the old wooden door3
For him to hide4
As he grows older5
He grows more silent6
And as he grows colder7
He grows more violent8
Hes going insane9
Slowly slowly, losing his brain10
He said "dear lord11
The creator of the skies12
The creator of the seas13
The creator of the earth14
The creator of the trees15
And all things that lie so silently16
And gloriously in between17
I ask you`r eternal salvation18
for the darkness in which i live19
Has consumed every bit of light within me20
There is nothing more I could give"
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