Death

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The skeletons of broken souls may be six feet under

The dirt we slept on and left our footprints

The bones of a lost baby girl may be spread all over the floor

And yet we don't see them

The untold thoughts of a lonely mind may be hidden

In the words we translate on Google about a Japanese horror story

And we just never understand the meaning of love

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