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The Corruption of Time
You ripped the sound of the sun,
And left it dying at a corner of dark days,
No angels found it there,
A sinking feeling left you sad,
It wasn’t remorse,
It wasn’t anger,
It wasn’t love,
It was…
After time split its mind in half,
You laid there in his arms babe,
With sweet unattached dreams to mankind,
And it wasn’t remorse,
It wasn’t anger,
It wasn’t love,
It was me darling.
It sounds emo.
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