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The ocean waves will soon take my life
This seems fitting; I began to drown long ago Needle and heroine, you became my wife We were once so high, and you've dropped me so low Princess of the poppy, you have forsaken me Your lies and pleasures have amounted to white dust You said that my bruised arms were lovely My heroine, all we had was lust Goodbye heroine, my time has expired Go find a new being to sell your delights For death is the only thing to which I can aspire I bid you farewell on my last of dark nights.
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