Flawed
Into the Wintry World I walk,
And see the blood in shock.
Lie there twice in the moon
Never there thrice in the tune.
You were always there for me.
Now you are gone with the fee.
You lie in the burning brutal blood
And I'm sorry, we the humans are flawed.
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