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    I am imprisoned in the prison of neglect,
    With no key, no door,
    The troubles have gathered in my chest,
    The pains are crossing my chest.

    My restless mind is searching desperately,
    It wants your gentle touch,
    If you give me your hand, I will go far,
    As if everything around me has turned black in the shadow of darkness.

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