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Born amongst beauty, O' Beloved |
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Grandeur of the mountains |
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Where my eyes were harlots |
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His eyes were steel |
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He wanted everyone to be as perfect as them |
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Such tormented perfection |
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When everyone spoke |
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Steel spoke his word |
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When everyone spoke |
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Only steel was heard |
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Blind diary love rotting in his heart |
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Vomiting to sleep, martyrs of his praise |
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They wanted everyone to be as perfect as him |
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Such tormented perfection |
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When everyone spoke |
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Razors cut open ears |
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When everyone spoke |
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Deafness mumbled the years |
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Never was there perfection |
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The mountains are so ashamed |
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Beauty is a stranger |
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Where ugliness remains |
