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under the clouds
a sort of anguish hangs beneath the trees
where hidden monsters all gather to eat
there's hardly any movement of the breeze
a sort of anguish hangs beneath the tree
pain comes the fill the absence of all ease
terror and desperation have to meet
a sort of anguish hangs beneath the trees
where hidden monsters all gather to eat