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In The Midst Of the Beautiful Surroundings
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Dark Poetry
Another Cold, Moonlit, Foggy Night
A Burning Ember In My Left Hand
And EveryThing Seems To Be Right
In The Midst Of the Beautiful Surroundings
Another Puff Is Another Stab In The Lungs
As The Night Grows Colder
And As The Moon Rises Higher
The Fog Begins To Thicken
As I Lay Down On The Cold, Wet, Grass
The Moon Gazes Down At Me
And A Tear Begins To Swell In My Eyes
I Know This Life Is The Only One I Got
So Why Not Spend It
In The Midst Of the Beautiful Surroundings
