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...and, only for an instant, you wondered back into my world and turned it upside down.
The blood still stains my hands, never to be washed away.
I carry this burden like a pair of concrete water wings so that, someday, you may fly.
The blood still stains my hands, never to be washed away.
I carry this burden like a pair of concrete water wings so that, someday, you may fly.