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I hate shaving. That's all that I can think of now. Will update you later.
Love's the funeral of hearts, And an ode for cruelty, When angels cry blood, On flowers of evil in bloom,The funeral of hearts, And a plea for mercy, When love is a gun, Separating me from you,She was the sun, Shining upon, The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail, He was the moon, Painting you, With it's glow so vulnerable and pale,........She was the wind, carrying in, All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget, He was the fire, restless and wild, And you were like a moth to that flame,The heretic seal beyond divine, A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind, The last rites for souls on fire, Three little words and a question why,Love's the funeral of hearts, And an ode for cruelty, When angels cry blood, On flowers of evil in bloom, Separating me from you................................