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And in Dark Rooms
The Old Man Looks
Looks Through His Tired Eyes
At Faint Faces
Of Twisted Lives
Lives of Lies
In the Stillness
There She Lies
As the Pain Flame
Drains Away
She Grows Younger
In Child Like Eyes
And Tears Mirror
All Things Good
And in Blood Flows
All Things Bad
