He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly through the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day
A.L.Tennyson

I look inside myself and see my heart is black,
I see my red door and I want it painted black,
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts,
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black
The Rolling Stones

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