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This is the ballad of the one
who isn’t tragic.
All the songs are sung about the tragic ones,
I’m sick of it.

The tragic ones, the martyred ones,
the ones drowned at sea
while popping pills,
playing Russian roulette.

The ones in the war.
The enraged ones and the murderous,
consumed by their own terrible, terrible passion
and cancer.

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