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The sun is high and so bright,

In the middle of its flight,

I can feel rays soft and warm

Raining down upon my form,

Yet, in my heart, cold remains,

So do the stings of my pains,

In my eyes light has gone dim,

I can feel I’m on the brim,

I cannot resist this vise

That could crush me in a trice,

It consumes me from inside;

I cannot anymore hyde,

Won’t hold on for much longer,

Can’t resist, he’s much stronger…

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