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The days have become long and cold, the hour draws on and laughs as each second becomes old, these mornings have bring ancient news of lonliness and pain, while my heart still feels the same, and yours is still unchanged, how long must I toil in self pity, while you reap with your animosity, I almost feel sorry for you, you that will suffer at karma's hands, you who have strung on my heart for the last time, I am not your instrument to be played, I am the one who has ended this game, the sun shall shine no more on your parade, your sadastic run has lost its fun, your beauty is a mirror of your heart, cold and dark, you shall dwell in your lands, and you shall grow old and cold, as you regret this hour, this day where my emotions become sour, the day will come where you awake and feel the regret, where you will toss and turn sing my lament, you shall come begging for forgivness, and I shall look down and smirk, as I remeber all the sleepless night, the last of the tears, the sweet love lost, I shall look down and say No