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I could be so bad, as to give evil a name. I good be as good, as to take your pain away. I could be as passive as to watch you walk on by. But I can't be as heartless as to let my dear cry. And I know my dear so well that my dear will push me away. But my dear I know, that that is a part of the game we play. I would brush the hair from your face. Hold open my arms, and my dear would find their place. My dear is not a person, my dear wears no single face. My dear are the ones who need to be held and my chest will be the place.

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