The night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone.
The salvation for which you pray
Flares once, then dies,
Crushed by your obsession.
All hope must surely perish.
Your heart beats no more.
How could you not understand?
Spirits surround us, crying,
Save us from ourselves.
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