no you'll never know who you can trust'til all the ones you can't are all down in hellfrom those, the ones you didthrow their heads back and laugh big..
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poem 1to us moments that are preciousare all just beads on a string adorning a house of cardsthe windows will start to go darkendless fine worksbegin ..