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Lady Rope
I would send you a knife milady
But I know that you are completely crazy
And I don’t want blood painted all over your brand new dress
I would send you flowers milady
But I know that you do not like daisies
And I don’t want a flowerpot to turn into a mess
I would send you memories
But you don’t want to think of these
And I don’t want to stand around and examine all the vials
I would send you tragedy
But there’s no point my majesty
Because the pain I used to know has made it worth the while
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