No matter the friends I keep
It's always alone I sleep
No matter the people with whom I talk
It's alone I shall be forced to walk
When night drops cold across the land
and I'm searching for someone's hand
I know that none shall be found
for their distance does abound
With time I've grown so cold
I've slipped beyond the edge of my fold
and in darkened corner I shall face the night
distanced from this evil fight
forever alone

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