I hurt you, but that's okay
I didn't mean to; I wanted to stay
I'm the reason your life turned gray
Me with the words I said that day
I love you, sister, just sight tight under the bay
Because your tears; oh sister, your tears, they allay!
Of the worries and fears that made me went astray
Just go, hope and pray
Hope that my love for your suffering will decay
Someday you'll find your happiness; I wanted to say
But that's like searching for a needle among the hay
-Deaxis
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