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So here again's
The faithless end
The twists of fate
That love to hate.
I know of no reason
The songs as they are
Must sound like a riot
Of blood thirsty whores.
The look of the dream
Is marvously clear
-Till it's realized
To be only a mirror.
No matter the wishing
The well has run dry
And as hard as you try
You can't seem to...