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Behind the pen
sits a quiet tortued soul
no face now to see upon the world
slowly masking his despair
he writes all the magic he use to see
behind the pen
sits a fallen man
no lights can bring him home
nothing said will change a thing
lost and fading with the night
behind the pen.... 
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