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No comfort in your streets i ever did found,
Except the pain and torture nothing else was around,

What is the desert where my parched lips wander,
What is this place where no water is to be found,

My life the same, then does remain,
My heart now seeks for a deeper wound,

What constant pain this loneliness is you may not believe,
What i speak is like phoenix, unknowable, profound,

Why do i seek for death more than my life,
Restless in my grave i reside, people happily surround.

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