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Cold, cloudy day gives me joy
warm, sunny day gives me joy
loud, crude, light, bright
party in the carriage, horsemen passes by,
quitely whispers, tomorrow we all die.

Cold clammy skin latches onto me
What is this unsettling feeling
Waking is painful,
dream is haunting,
Her eyes watching, reproaching,
why should I care, whats her to me.
Tonight, I shall sleep no more.