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She couldn't help it |
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Her gist was made by the nine saddest shadows |
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And though there's a bird who dropped a tear to save her fate |
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She couldn't help it |
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She add to the mix more sorrow |
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Her hand was driven by a cunning force |
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Her sadness was beyond her weak control |
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Although if she was honest and fair |
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She would admit she loves her life that way |
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Wait, isn't that? |
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She wouldn't read relentlessly or drink vinegar |
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She wouldn't mess around whenever she could |
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Damning the little life she had |
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She only built the road to a tragic end |
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The end she dreamt about since she was a child |
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Beautiful arms and beautiful shoulders |
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I hope she keeps them that way in her next life |
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For the men are getting tired of depth |
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Of haunting voices that drive our selves mad |
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And all they want is to get there and to stay there |
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And "there" is a soft place with no conflicts |
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A place with insipid charms and everlasting noises |
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Entertain the man for otherwise he shall fall sleep |
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Not even the earth is hungry of him |
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And thus he'll live forever like some yellow plastic |
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Unfit for what deserves death |
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Kra Laristo |
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Kra Laristo sirrun jerun seva... |