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Like the storm after the calm,
I will raise the alarm,
Taking the blade to my arm,
Causing all kinds of harm,

Like the depths of the sea,
The life will flow out of me,
Until red is all you see,
Just a crimson tragedy,

With the shadows drawing near,
I'll begin to disappear,
Leaving all who I love dear,
I will no longer be here...

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