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Posin on there lips
As vile drugs to any one
For they seems sweet
But
                                                                                        ~
A serpent to any one by night
They will rob you blind
Like a ghost in the night
Just like the others
                                                                                      ~
You will wonder when they deceive another
Oh how weary to having prayed for another
                                                                                       ~
That maybe they will survive
But you can't do anything
                                                                                       ~
For you are beyond any point
Of return.

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