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May 2012
Angry evil little devil
Finds her way into the metal
Once was solid now is rust
Once was there is turned to dust

Now an eagle from a dove
How does hate come from love?
When you turn to see the past
Can you tell it wouldn’t last.

Meddling hands tear away
All those things you’d have stay
Don’t you know life’s a game
And I’m the one who’s to blame

Did you know it was me?
I’m sure I made it plain to see
How I broke it into parts
And how I broke your little hearts

See me give a Cheshire grin
This my terrible, secret sin
S Immele
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