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Death strikes Life with thefrigid handof love disguised ascold eyes and pale fingers.
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My heart is made of clockworkCold metal in my soulJust going through the motionsFueled by fire and coalEveryday I’m winded upWatch me come alive..
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Tornadoes kill dozens.Tsunamis, hundreds.Earthquakes, thousands.We cry, we mourn, we plead:Why, God, why?But we’ve never stopped to think that m..
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