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So good night, to all involved.
Pages turn, curtains close, wounds heal, eyes close, songs end.
But do waists get smaller?
Do words become unsaid?
Do smiles appear from frozen faces?
Do I appear true once I'm dead?
I'm in your veins in vain.
Pages turn, curtains close, wounds heal, eyes close, songs end.
But do waists get smaller?
Do words become unsaid?
Do smiles appear from frozen faces?
Do I appear true once I'm dead?
I'm in your veins in vain.