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The regrets made me voids (Other) by Prince of Void The regrets made me voids
Attempting to fill the voids
Getting me old
But still trying to fill the voids
Thatâs getting me cold
Yet dying to fill the voids
Itâs getting me buried in
However void is void
Even histories couldnât fill the voids
And Iâve gone numb
As the void of meaning take the place of mine
And the others have tried so
The silence of void filled us over again
In hundred miles green and blue yards
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