[250x362]Who could have foretold
the heart grows old
from touching others

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I have no ideas to shackle you
I have nothing in mind for you
I have no prayers to put you in
I live for you without the memory of what you deserve
or what you do not deserve

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And is this what you wanted
to live in a house that is haunted
by you and me

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We never found a way
to outwit your husband
I suggested a simple lie
You held out for murder

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I want to be left alone
in your great envious heart

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Don't you think
we all should study Etiquette
before we study Magic

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They locked up a man
who wanted to rule the world
The fools
They locked up the wrong man

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War is no longer needed
to teach you
about torture and pain

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Love is a fire
It burns everyone
It disfigures everyone
It is the world's excuse
for being ugly

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The poems don't love us anymore
they don't want to love us
they don't want to be poems
Do not summon us, they say
We can't help you any longer