Clouds in the sunlight make whispering shadows
Mystery shrouded in grey tribulations
Brilliant beam to confusion and sorrows
Hearts cry in pain, a vain protestation
Love turns to doubt and trust turns to fear
Making a heart that is covered with frost
Smiles to pain and wishes to tears
Lurking in darkness, someone is lost
Which part of me is the me that I know?
Which is that part I should try to let grow?
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