The brightest lights are behind closed eyes
And hunger tastes so deeply sweet
What withers within this crippled grip
Never pleases like what I cannot reach
And when that faint hint of dawn appears
Revealed through slitted window pane
It never holds such promises
As it did last night for tired brain
Once again, I spent all night
Lost in the turns of another's song
Each ever after to bring me back
To my disappointing ever on
Yet still I'll hope and nearly hope
Till feet are sore and throat too dry
To sing the tune that I once knew
So I'll make it up right till I die
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