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Knife Catcher

Poor little knife catcher
Only wanted love
Something no one could give her
Not as small as a hug

The black on her face shows sorrow
The red on her hands shows pain
But poor little knife catcher
Caught them all night and all day

Dreary were her eyes 
Black were her lips
Harmful was the belt
Wrapped around her waist

Tears ran from heaven
Flame arose from hell
How can you just let her be
She is slowly killing herself

Poor little knife catcher 
Needed someone to hold
But to our surprise
All she did was withhold

Poor little knife catcher
I will heal your wounds
I will give you someone to love
Instead of knives catch spoons

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