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The
darkness falls
Into
the dim cocoon
Of
bending dead trees
Of
lives gone wrong
Once
it is a bright sunshine
The
glory days the joy of life
The
moments to cherish
The
time it moves along
Then
the wrong
The
corrupted mind goes
It
spins its tales of wealth
In
the backdoor way
Once
it has gone in
There
is no turning back
The
back door slams
The
darkness calls
The
eerie sound
Of
the walking corridors
Every
turn the light never shines
The
moment of truth...
The
wrong turn of life
The
root of evil strangles
The
rope of dangling desires
In
the realm the crying in the dark
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