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Sitting in the poppy field of death Flowering droplets of blood rife Contemplating endless sleep Sick of living these lies Weary of the pain That will not fade Heartbeat slows My fears Turn To tears Rivers flow I take the blade Slit open my vein Watching blood as it cries Tears turn crimson whilst I weep Lamenting my meaningless life Relishing thoughts of my final breath (Syllables in the first part = 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and then this is reversed in the second part, which is a mirror to the first, with each line rhyming with the corresponding line).
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