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Crucifix


A field, so clean So serene, come here I viewed, as we stand Stands a cross, standing there Your hand, I took We stand, at the foot I gazed, in your eyes Replied, one must die I tied my hands As you watched standing there You smiled at my face I smile, knew it was fake A lost, space in time While you lived, I died You chose your fate You chose, a mistake You come, again This time, with a friend You saw, looked away While I hang, Blood in my face I tied my hands As you were standing there Could you look at my face? You can’t, it was fate You held, my hand As I fell, off the ledge You looked, said “no” But you knew, I must go.
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