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A beautiful lie


The thoughts were creeping close 

but they were far behind 

to pushed back to remember 

but that just wasn't right 

now pushing back the tears 

and crying in the night 

the thoughts were the truth 

but I wanted a nice lie 

to scared to tell 

yet no need to be brave 

for I am all alone now 

living in my grave 

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