Friends

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Beneath my life was a trap I always sensed

My friends, my heart under their immaculate knives

As splintered callous feet upon damp city streets

Friends, don't go astray

Let Heaven wide strew them about the sea

So the stars may see light in return

Upon pale faces may they deliver recrudescence

Upon my heart may they bleed


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