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One last look at the trail of fire
Left by other people's desire
Was it worth it? She'll ask
"Every second" as I fall asleep
For another twenty years
Just to see you again
Before burying you once more
And waking up with the mud on my chest
And your memory in daydreams
About the Creator
Vili
Bitter patter

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