Life,
as I know, is broken
Without a means to mend
Without a means to mend
Days
go on just a token
No joy to nurture or tend
No joy to nurture or tend
Dull
and gray everything seems
Without a hope to clutch on
Without a hope to clutch on
Not
a ray of bright gleams
Nor hopes of a dazzling dawn
Nor hopes of a dazzling dawn
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