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Cold metal, cut glass, a little piece of stone,
Unless all brought together, they are nothing, all alone.
But when the craftsman melds them, joins elements as one;
That's when the circle forms, but the work is still not done.
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The doctors think they can treat me;
Give me chemicals, alter my brain.
They don't understand that I don't feel pleasure, only pain.
I've been told I killed sixteen, but I'm pretty sure there's more;
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Little boy, little boy, come sit on my knee;
Little boy, little boy, what so troubles thee?
Was it the childhood filled with needles and nurses?
Or seeing your grandparents go by in their hearses?
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Circle
Cold metal, cut glass, a little piece of stone,
Unless all brought together, they are nothing, all alone.
But when the craftsman melds them, joins elements as one;
That's when the circle forms, but the work is still not done.
Even as a work of art, the circle is meaningless,
It requires something else…and it resides inside the chest.
For when the heart is given thru this tiny token ring,
It becomes a symbol, a talisman, of what is the greatest thing.
I become yours, and you become mine…
All with a circle, see how it doth shine.
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