My eyes hurt from crying, my heart hurts from trying. I look so tired and worn out because inside I'm dying. I miss you, I need you, but I'm better off without you. Days will have ...
We gather strength from sadness and from pain Each time we die we learn to live again.
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
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