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At night I see your crystal eyes
Although you can't see me; I think that you are beautiful, I watch you endlessly. I will collect your crystal tears And put them in a jar To make a gemstone necklace that Is brighter than a star. I want to steal your crystal thoughts Right from your pretty head, So that your sweetest notions will Run through my mind instead. Things suddenly are crystal clear; I know what I must do! I'll spill your blood because alive I know I can't have you. I'll place my crystal dagger, sharp Against your soft white throat And when you're dead, you will be mine; Oh how I'll laugh and gloat!
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