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Very few remains |
| It's easy to reclaim, The stones that have been thrown. Harder to turn the other cheek, When everything seems meek. It's easier to pretend, When there's nothing left to mend. A melody in time, A world of unheard chimes. The secret we all hold, Yet very few unfold. Will my bleeding eye go unnoticed? (Sigh) Forget the pain....Bring on the chains! |