I hear you say
As you open the door
And walk away
Who was that?
I hear me think
Drops of water
Make me sink
Why was that?
I hear them enquire
Whilst all you say
is
Liar
Liar
Liar
What is this
Why is this
Can we not remain,
Can we not refrain,
From bloodshed,
From pain?
The nightingale kills herself for love.
And you do the same.
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