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Break The Day

There is a legend about the break of day
That claims in the morning a horror will prey
On the life that in his heart slays
The one he loved
So I prolong the beginning as long as I can
But in the end, I always fail in my plan
Because the light has a way of getting in
To expose what the shadows said wasn’t sin
So I hope to die in a mournful scream
Because the old man is what’s become of me

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