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The lights are out
The lies are old
The lovers mourn
The lies they told

Fade the lights
Fade the sun
Fade to a setting star
Fade to the sound of rain

Falling star, falling rain
So much to listen to
The tambourine and the bird who plays it
Blackhand's bad life

I'm automatic, man
She's out to get you
And someone's on the roof

someone asked me to dedicate a poem. here it is. hey, ok?

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