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A new dawn lays its rays

yet I feel the same,

born without a grace.

Falling leaves of yesterday,

I saw the world so beautiful

through my misery painted eyes

As the days fly by so fast

where is my place,

am I just a piece of the past?

Falling misery covers me

I once saw my life so clear,

now just misery painted cries

I lay to rest through the days so gray

Yet somehow make it through another day

All this pain and emptiness,

why should I send a meaningless prayer?