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(FrPRM)
The violin slows
no we shall not fall
Love is a distant
aroma at best
We shall not crumble
A withering smile
that's stuck deep in your vest
The darkness it rises
no we shall stand tall
The night air it wraps
its fingers around
Well death it will come
Your body it shakes
from the now distant sound
