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We grow accustomed to the Dark

When Light is always

Put away - our eyes behold the grey

A moment - We uncertain step

For newness, fearful

Night has come - our vision to the Dark,

A vision clear through time

The Darkness alters

Or something in the sight

Adjusts itself to the midst of night

When mourning falters

I’ll never learn to see

It shall tear my soul down by the end of night

Witness her eternity

Accustomed to the Dark

Meet the road, crawl till you bleed

Accustomed to the Dark