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Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my eyes.
It wounds me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the cold, uncaring tombstones.
In a haze of shock I call your name
while oblivion takes my hand.
Now alone, my love falls upon cold eyes.
This is my Hell
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