The DroughtMordem
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In these days of endless pain, there's blight
And this blight burns like a flame that’s blinding
Where, where could you grow?
I’ll blame this bleak place, so lorn
Where shame fades away with the night
Where the ground feels like a tray full of coals
Where, where would you grow?
I’ll blame this dreary place, so lorn
I just want to shield your soul
That you’ll go on, go on
All the sun warms my heart
All its light is for you and I
You go on. go on. go on
Every time I saw you cry
All around your eyes was dry
The one thing I found was the bright you keep inside
I just want to shield your soul
That you’ll go on
Only the brave can break this walls
So you go on. Go on
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