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Birds of Death

And the birds of death circled above.
While she cried over lost love
Who ever thought a guy like him
Could make her cry n the waters swim?
She slit her wrists n began to pray
Hoping to see him another day.
She wrote love on her wrist
And slashed it open to complete bliss
Soon the rivers running red
As she falls to the ground dead.
And the person she called her lover
Has already gone, to bed another.



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