</>You told me the murderer has a black style of beauty
The ugly died. The beauty survived.
And, in the closing end, died.
Mind closed. How to open our eyes wide..?
When I looked at the black nails,
I 've forgotten they're mine;
When only one of your nails is black,
'It's dirt', you denied.
You kept a big secret at that night..
Parallels between you and I,
I wrapped you into a secret bigger
Please don't believe in my lies.
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