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SIREN CALL
As I crouched in darkness, lost and savage
In the Void, the Dark Abyss
Art reached out with invisible power
And woke me up with a lover's kiss
I followed the music into the night
Expressed my rage and pulsing pain
Instead of defeat I was ready to fight
To get back my life again
Years have passed, my heart has healed
I'm no longer filled with strife
But I remember every day
How art came and saved my life
Bless the artists, bold and loud
Who never ever knew
How their music was the siren call
To rise and see life through
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