Let us dance my dear. While our tears flow down our tired eyes.
Chaos is what you wanted, Is it not?
You look at me all confused.
We both know you stitched these strings on my skin.
Playing me around like a marionette.
But in the end it was you who was the main attraction
the stage was set with all the right actors.
Now as the guitars and violins echoes through the hall
we dance beneath this sorrowful moon.
The flood is rising my dear.
But I know you plan to stay behind
I'm sorry but I cant help it
Only a grin I can show but no remorse.
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