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Whose raindrops are

Falling on my cheeks

When I'm indoors now?

Not mine, no not mine

.

Whose saline tears are

Dripping down from my

Eyes, when mine are dry?

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine

.

Whose rubious liquid is

Staining the pillowcase

When sunset triumphs?

Play nice, nice, nice, nice

.

Whose aqua vitae ebbs

Away from life and onto

The affinity of the scars?

Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies.

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