Wilt thou watch my soul diminish? Wilt thou not reach out?
I long for thee to be near, I long for thee to understand, I long for life.
Yea, Death is the master of my prison. I am bound for the time I am here.
I shall never be free, yet I shall endure.
I long for thee to be near, I long for thee to understand, I long for life.
Yea, Death is the master of my prison. I am bound for the time I am here.
I shall never be free, yet I shall endure.
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