The sands run low and days grow short.
Joy has fled and laughter is sparse.
Darkness creeps, but no sleep comes
To salve my mind nor save us
From the madness I lost you to.
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The sands run low and days grow short.
Joy has fled and laughter is sparse.
Darkness creeps, but no sleep comes
To salve my mind nor save us
From the madness I lost you to.