Witchcraft - Even Darker Days

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Even darker days Slowly combing my ways Even light is cold When sadness and summer grow soul When all this pain is present Hope just brings me down Told me to go to church To heal up my crazy dark mind She was so damn fine She was never mine And now she'll never know Which way for me to come home
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