The night is dark
Gone is the sound of the lark
All that i can hear is the sound of the crow
But inside it's much different for cupid shot me with his bow
Even though my surroundings are bleek
Because it's the only thing that comforts me
And through the darkness it's all I see
It guides me straight through the night
In a short while the day is in sight
You're within arms distance
The dawn comes with no assistance
And for a while it is day
Nothing obstructs my way
but then you leave
All I can do is greave
Swift as dagger the night does slash
When I hear you've been in a terrible crash
I'm plunged into eternal hell
For even though you're gone the wounds from cupids bow are not well
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