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The night I tried to kill myself 
You came into my room and wept
The beauty of your longing 
Held me like a plaintive song

You came into my room and wept 
Suffering my suffering 
You held me like a plaintive song
Till I myself became your sun

Suffering my suffering 
You taught me well the source of pain
Till I myself became your sun
Shining on the world back home

You taught me well the source of pain
For me, the beauty of your longing 
Shining on the world back home
The night I tried to kill myself 

There's no understanding what you did,
Or why you did it
What we see now should think or do
Not way to see what your last sorrow hide