Life, oh life, what have you done to me?
You’ve taken me and broken me
so I feel I must no longer be.
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There are no sun-beams of hope
to wash over me and cleanse my despair.
I feel all I can do is mope.
I feel I no longer care.
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They say the night is darkest just before the dawn.
I say that is little comfort;
it would be even darker if I were beneath the lawn.
Witch of the Meadow 