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Weary Eyes Grow Old

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10/30/2016
I feel my weary eyes grow old
Sitting here in the bitter cold
Praying that it all would end
Mercy you would extend

Instead, you let me thaw then freeze
I beg, I plead, I'm on my knees
Someday soon, will come the end
Maybe I'll rest then

Until that day, I'll suffer in pain
Bleeding out of every vein
Here it comes, I see the end
So close to you, my icy friend
I close my eyes and rest my head
Now all I see is red

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