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If I had a daily bliss a somewhat cheerful view a silent grace I could perceive to grow as I pursued Then when, around midnight instead of wasted from my sight; loaded beyond the utmost space I'd have one average night I measure every fucker I meet with analytic eyes; I wonder if their grief weighs like mine or has an easier size I wonder if, when these years have piled if the pain will still be as real the early hurt, such a lapse a lifetime of grief bereaved of appeal Will I just go on aching? through centuries above exposed by god to a larger pain by contrast with the promise of love They say heaven is packed and that's where we go but I've got one hell of a surprise Letras de cancionesyour death is but one and came but once and only nailed your eyes And though I may not guess the right kind correctly, yet to me and the piercing comfort it creates; passing portions of fiery glee The denotes of the fashions of the cross of those that stand alone still fascinated to presume that some has a view like my own From Letras Mania