Down, my soul, I cast upon you a spell, a secret something that once I never knew. Up, my heart flies, into the yonder blue! What one may ask, who set you free? None, none, 'twas me, 'twas life, 'twas death! 'Twas the scars of hatred, a million times burned, 'twas the hurt of a love lost- one seen, one felt, one lost. 'Twas the minds of a thousand, eating my soul apart they went into the night, their words and lives once spoken upon these London streets. My head, so filled with aches, went in search for my life, when all around me I saw death- never did I find that light. Not one, not two, but a hundred lives have these eyes seen the night.
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