Wash away your sins,
Stick your eyes with pins.
Do just what I say,
The pain will go away.
You must pay the price,
Or roll the gambling dice.
Your secret's safe with me.
Let yourself be free.
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They will be missed
PoetrySome die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random
