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The
night of mists
Of
a place anywhere
The
cliff of swallowing drop
Of
broken heart souls
When
life turns bad
When
good fortunes disappear
When
gambling debts can be paid
When
love seem unfortunate
The
broken heart souls
They
will seek the easy way out
Falling
deep into the naked mouth
Of
depression dead end door
If
only they stop
Watch
the drop from the cliff
The
night of mists
They
may see angels weep
Who
says life has no troubles?
There
are plenty every day
You
just have to break it down
Into
small pieces to throw it away
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