Why I am cast in this stone, ever to be left alone And in this stone I find my heart, as we slowly drift apart And in this light I find your eye, watching as I slowly die
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I have suffered with depression for a long time, often leading hand in hand with alcoholism. And through this misery, I have slowly learned that when you find joy in the midst of sorrow, it shines so much brighter than the joys you find while happy.
No one would care, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly. And Spring herself, when she rose at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
No one would care, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly. And Spring herself, when she
