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She calls I a thousand names The black witch of the south The I in evil The nothing that lies between The namesayer And the timekeeper The thousand ticking boxes The terror in the midst The horseman and the thief The alien and the astronaut That came knocking The air that sucked her lungs The bitter aftertaste of sugar The candle that burns bright The penny that stole the truth The fantasy leaping from the page The trouble in the woods The headline and the news The temptation that makes men blind The kiss of death The final straw Yes she calls me all these things And yet all I offered was love

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