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The King I gave my soul Left me all alone to pain Empty in the silence of my room The pit-pattering raindrops of tears Lays to rest upon my chest Help me never to remember The warmth of thy cold skin Here I lay, On my red sprayed bed Like all other nights I was left to walk alone. Provoked to engrave these words on sands Seduced to pen down this horrible but sweet thoughts All covered up in deep aches Surrounded by the echoes of your absence. If only love had sharp edges I'd let it cut you till you bleed Just like I've done in days now gone.

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