When people smile and come to you and I,
we may think of angels in rear view,
The weapons are hidden in their cloaks,
Mind, actions and thought may check you and I.
When I was betrayed, I remembered their smile,
Then an innocent expression suddenly changed into wicked,
When I was stabbed right into my heart,
I remember that they never looked into my eyes.
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