Intro: Thief
More spring than winter Because it is next of love, More than first of year. Every day takes me In, and out, of everything. I never doubt it. And brings a lot more Than it takes away from me. It leaves...
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Newborn, such loneliness should here remain A silent secret not by choice revealed. In pride, such bitter pain could be concealed To hide the habit dark of the insane. I now would choose to force such...
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