Darkness has fallen
And Midnight strikes
A Black Rose is given
To a little tyke
Dark clouds cover his head
As he fell out of bed
He cries in pain
But the only thing that replies
Is the sound of rain
He wonders what he is worth
To the cold cruel world
But before he could figure it out
Silence was all he could hear without a doubt.
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