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For me For the pain I've seen Tears, the lust of grief I reveal myself This means There's no hope for me Elements of sorrow Life's none! The mind seems calm Body starts to harm Weep, a good ability Lachrimatory Lost in numb No sorry for my pain Pain a fatal injection Of my history Sad is my memory, me and grief float in ebony Sad is my memory, my destiny lies in ebony Sad is my melody, but it's meant to be a threnody. From Letras Mania