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His eyes were gloomy and absent as he turned to me

Yet somehow, conviction shone through them

Neither irresolute nor regretting he said:

"I'm running on empty for no reason..."

I soon discovered a will of stone inside him

Growing stronger as his body grew weak

Aaah, I thought I heard angels sing

Alleviate my pain, set my soul free

And stain the walls with the ink of time

His las will was in my hands and so was eventually he

"We're part of the past before we're born"

He said persuading

"We're the ink of time"

The last thing I remembered was the sound of my own voice caught with agony

Aaah, I though I heard angels sing

Always - forever recalling his worn-out face

Finally - remedy was given to him

So, how can this be? I've enraged my world through soothing his pain!

The prize I'm to pay: gloomy and absent waiting for someone to...

Alleviate my pain, set my soul free and stain the walls with the ink of time