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When the poison corrupts the beautiful |
| Divide those poison butterflies The ones within my heart The ones with all the lies That seem to rip me apart Consume the loneliness with a touch Take away the burning pain The one that seems to be too much Leaving only an eternal stain I’ve yet to leave behind The darkness inside their wings They rattle my poor mind With flutterings and sufferings But when the cold of death comes through They will all be dormant too |