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If You don't come
If You don't come
The roses
Will turn black
Candles of the birthday
Will tremble
And die
Cubs in monasteries
Will get in trouble
And the moody river
Of adrenaline
Will turn bloody
If You don't come
The morning
Will be night
The ghost
Will be shy
And the killer
Will cry
Begging in vain
For stepmothers love...
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