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I see the love behind your hatred

Your smile, your frown, not that different

I look at you through coloured eyes,

You stare at me, I start to cry.

There’s nothing wrong with what you’re doing

There’s something strange about your thinking

The biggest joy about it all

Is none will miss us when we’re gone.

 

One coffin, 

One funeral,

One death.

Our loss their gain who are we but one the same

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