Candle dies
As the light dies
So do I
You can't survive
When you are blind
In a world so complex
That each step is a mile
Each laugh is a thousand exhausted smiles
And hell itself is really your home
So close your eyes
The candle dies
Here lies the soul, the spark of our friend
We didn't see it coming
Till he hit rock bottom
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Memory Graveyard
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