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You know how this goes
In the wake of the dawn, my love rose
You struck the pointed end at it
But the rays of the sun got no pain
Unlike the flesh of the man with all blood drained
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I moved across the crowed hall with all eyes on me.
Their questioning gaze fell again and again
On the beast inside me loving
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It was a pity you found it a waste
You lost all love I offered then
My offer has died its natural death
Leaving you as you pleased
But remember even the beast felt
And the sun doesn’t extinguish easily.
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