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I
sit and wonder I sit and stare
I
sit avoiding your sunlight glare
I
sit in dark, I sit in plight
Can’t
my sitting destroy the light?
I
hate your peace I miss your love
I
hate the moon, the stars above
I
hate the sun which ends the day
I
hate when light must go away
I
sit and tremble I sit and freeze
I
sit with hair blowing in the breeze
I
sit with no fire to prepare for day
It
would go out and I’d freeze anyway
Fire
is deadly, light is despair
If
it leaves soon enough, should it be there?
No
more loss for me, I’ll live in pain
Far
less than to feel left out again
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