It’s true, I’ve failed, maybe,
My heart is broken inside of me,
As true as my hands are cold,
My heart is no longer gold.
Yes, « Gold », it’s a good word,
The one from another World,
There is Light and also Dark,
And a pain in my black heart.
My Darkness will turn from Gold to Ice,
Because all Magic comes with a price.
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