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Wine spills, Love kills
.It stained your white carpet
.I begged for mercy, and you made me your target

Wound heals, good deals
You and I, pregnant silence
, We're not the same
Late nights, deafening sirens

Summer scars and Winter storms
Stars burn up and love is torn
,battle scarred
.Soldiers war-worn


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