Act 6

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I love the lies

All the hateful ties

That bind me to you

Those braimless birds

That sit and stare

Waiting for their death

Those hateful eyes glare

What's the difference between you and them

They all whisper "him"

and point their little fingers

So easily gone

Soon they'll forget you

Those birds will sit and stare

Such brainless birds

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