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I Fell

The sun has bled away the light
Washed out the candle with his might
And brought the cold back into hell

In the middle of the deep ocean
Locked and held away from all motion
The strong turmoil has made all so well

The tree that had stood tall has gone leafless
For under his shade is where weeds grow best
The winds have now made this a place to dwell

The night is much stronger than ever today
Frost has covered this body in every way
The end has come with the silence of the bell

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