Um have't named it
We live are lives throught life and death
There will be always something we will always regret
One of life's mysteries
But why does it have to be one to me
That all we can see is darkness
Not light, tharought the sharpness of a stary night
But we can hope that we live with love thorugh are heart
Or the hate and spite we cut off will live on while we part
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