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There is no heaven of glory bright. A dream that passed, the dreamer woke. Like ships adrift, hoping to run aground. A rude awakening, bringing sense to life. Small glimpses of light in a sea of abiding sorrow, like whispers among deafening screams... life is a great indulgence, Death is a great absence. Earth verse is an inferno, all will have their bitter share. From Letras Mania