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Sweet Screams, Morbid Dreams you live, you die, in the blink of an eye smitten, beaten, battered, and torn, all with a little thorn, they said they loved you with all their heart, but in the end you still got hurt, like always. you live, you die, in the blink of an eye, hurt so much it does not matter anymore, your screams are sweet, your dreams are morbid, and that is the way it shall be for all eternity.
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