twisting turing roaring buring,
a tide of darkness suronds and drounds me.
the dark waves bash and dash,
while i long for the old i and torn between the new.
my fate is to suffer
and my soul has no buffer
but my mined was clear
till you came near
now in these unceten times
i found the thing that binds
where im bound from above
i wish to give you all my love
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