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Men and women, both adore me alike, But yet, I come of use to only one. I can cause quite a stir by my beatific appearance; by a simple peek-a-boo..

I’m a witness, I witnessed my own murder. How my soul was tossed, beaten, and split at the seams. I’m a criminal. ..

do you really know how she died?

let the frost evaporate, won't you?

it's windy do I jump?

fear isn't a halo

what you need to hear; in verses.