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After this loss of the child
Deep inside a forest dried
All fears kindly returned
For years and years that never end
And the child feels as left alone
In a palace full of mud and stone
Deep in an empty filthy throne
And the child feels he is here to feel
All murders and thieves that never heal
None of his wounds that bleeding still
No one seems to understand
How he is filled with guilt and fear
Even when nobody is even near
Full with grief and rain and night
Even when the days shine bright
Madmen and wise men have to say
That his grief is here just to stay
And in the end of any fight
The child will always feel the night
The night when mourning fills the void
And the thoughts stay still and paranoid
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