Look into my eyes

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Deep inside the soul
The wind here never blows

Its completely empty and cold
Everything in here is bold

We dont have time to worry about you
Sorry but its true

Everything in here is dark
This is how I made my mark

Dont worry about me
I dont care dont you see

Deep inside the soul
The wind here never blows

This is how I end the poem
I'll let you go now so you can roam

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