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Sorrow

The strokes of miseries felt by a heart with scars,
Tearless grief I saw from your bewildered eyes,
Yet I�ve distinguished an immaculate star,
Hiding beneath a strained mortal soul that can merely fly�
Words of encouragement flash through my fangs,
Along with my firmness to steer a soul gone with scars�
I can hear the screech of your hushed melody as you sang,
A harmonious anguish behind your blissful fa�ade�
You are not worthless nor have nothing but distress
I deem firmly they have unearth their sentiments
No blood can vanished oblivious of what they possess
Thick blood, a mortal soul with undeviating gloom�
Impede your devastating tearless grief,
Smear your shredded thoughts of hell,
Face a night with a triumphant winter deep
For you are a glorious star I can solely tell�