Argyle park

A burden's folly

Argyle park
Still-born, dead soul rotting from within,
Still-born, dead soul rotting from within,
Still-born, dead soul rotting from within,
Still-born, dead soul rotting from within.

Still-born, dead soul rotting from within,
I say my pain has become a heavy weight, a burden's folly,
The long lost taste for a better life: one away from strife and the hatred born from me.

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