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So discontent my world it seems,

As I die waiting for all these things,

Love so vast, a kiss so serene,

My sanity is kissing Satan’s feet.



Twenty years and another angry song,

Sang to ears gone frail and cold,

Silence alone screams the sigh of my distress,

While I sit perplexed, suddenly a mess.



Your picture gleams in that gorgeous light,

So high are you to live by your desires,

By day your heat could burn a thousand suns,

But comes the night and all truth is done.