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My heart flutters as feathers in the wind;
I wish to rest on a blanket of satin, but I fall on a bed of nails. -
Guilt feeds on you, bringing you to death
No battle is won by you tonight, my friend -
In solitude, beneath the pressing sky, I wait
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