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Does it really matter, If my head's above the water, None will come and lement, Singing a hero's song. I will be forgotten, Left without another, Swept away from here, Without a lover's sigh. Could it really happen, A being human loveless, Or fading from humanity, Drifting but to die. What could it deface, To but defile my wrists, Bathing in the water, Flowing from my veins. None would care enough, To even passing by, Give more than a glance, And cross the road away. I could sit puddleside, And while the day away, Watching as my life's own, Dripped from my smiled wrist. It again, matters not, If this poision ingest, Working from my stomach out, To eat away my skin. I would rest here, Skins bones untouched, Even the vermin them, Would be afraid to dine. It does really not matter, That my head's below the water, None will come and lement, Singing a lover's song. |
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