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The colors have gone
They never belonged
This blackness instead
Has filled my head

No shadows to cast
With future and past
All will be one
Of these depths have begun

The constraints hold tight
Losing the light
Close is the hand
That binds me to man

With nothing to gain
Remaining the same
Help as they might
Keeping the night

Tomorrow has come
The day yet done
Another moment to will
Myself I have killed

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