The pain so piercing,
Damn the bullet.
Out of the hiding,
Is death with its ugly face.
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When no ones’ with you,
And the cheer is gone.
When even the sky falls short,
To shade you from the sun.
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Listen up guys, listen up close,
What do you think you are upto?
What’s all these gifts and the red rose,
You think this is it, oh! You too.
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