as ashes to dust
and I have plenty
covered with
washed by tears
tempered by steel
piercing like nails
I must not
make no decisions
leave me with none
forget what you have
already
making we watch
telling me how to feel
loving me hurts
hurts never
silence is golden
golden is gray
blinding and then
that price I'll
leave me a message
leave me a note
say that you care
to you I
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