Life feels unfair,
A cry fills the air,
How do I pray for justice bright,
When all seems lost in endless night?
Life moves slow,
Drags like a weary show,
Playing its part in fate's cruel play,
Yet none can taste the joy it sways.
Life turns hollow,
Drenched in sorrow,
A shadow deep, a fading light,
Drowned in Venice, lost from sight.
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