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He whispers softly in my ear
Come to me my dear
He tells me all the world’s wrong
They don’t play along, my dear
He clears the memories from my mind
You don’t need them, my dear
He speaks of lies and sugared tales
Why not just dream, my dear
He fills my heart with love and hope
It’s the spice of hate, my dear
He has me hanging from a rope
I’m done with you, my dear





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