The Thoughts

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The thoughts that run through my head

the tears that shed from my dread

I bleed red

He said "look ahead"

I shed my tears

And look upset

Not a word heard

or a birds chirp

I see a life

A life so dead

I turn my head

And the man left, unsaid.

The thoughts that run through my head

are enough to make a man go dead

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