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How the nightmare began

In times you feel alone
and the only thing you can do, is cry
think about the things I sad
It's just not the right time, to say goodbye

I put a little trust in you
and wisper sweet words in your ear
kill the pain inside your soul
wipe away your last tear

the sun rises on the horizon
finally the night is over
reade for the daily run
thinking of the feelings
how the nightmare began

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