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Oct 2015
My fingers hit a high note
As each tear fell to the beat
Eyes a foggy
broken window
Of bittersweet defeat
It's an orchestra of sorrow
Suckling a hopeful ****
We lie
and believe in tomorrow
Stumbling down an empty street
For we will always be alone
And you and I
won't ever
meet
Lachrymose and Lies
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Lachrymose and Lies  In a tormented mind
(In a tormented mind)   
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