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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
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