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The night sky is cold and foreboding
The loneliness in my soul increases
I stand alone in my grief, weeping
For a love now lost, for hurt that never ceases
A knife has been thrust into my heart
Tears of blood red are flowing from my eyes
You vowed that we would never be apart
Well now I know your promises were all lies