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i sit on my window sill

i see the dark clouds rolling in.

the windy breeze under my chin.

and i pray for him.

hes coming.

theres nothing i can do.

but pray,

praying just for you.

i know you wish me harm

harm to my soul

but please remember one thing

your heart is made of gold

do you remember my old prayer?

the one inside my cold hard layer...

"please mr.reaper,

take me away. to what is sad and gray.

so that i may live like i am dieing.

and stop the pain from lieing.

how is it you cant remember, how?

so Mr.reaper do you remember now?