The snake

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Even when I'm in your arms,

I feel the pain of the snakes pure charm,

What you said was never real,

Pain is all I ever feel,

See his eyes go round and round, 

Creeps behind never making a sound,

One by one my heart it pricks,

He's back to using his evil tricks,

Pain is all you're destined to feel,

Now I know the snake is real. 

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