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I saw the sun set
It made me want to live
I saw the sun rise
It made me want to die

Laid flat on the floor, I am two ply
I am here with you, but most of me's a bird's eye
Detached from my bones 'til I see you cry
Please, I beg, please, get me untied

— The End —