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Time is no healer
tears bring no comfort
there is no light
at the end of this tunnel
if tunnels have ends

Do you hear
flexible bullets
get butterfly wings
and fly through my brain
declaring war
I can bet I shall loose

See me there
up on Juniper Hill
making little straw baskets
full of good common sense
for thus spoke the Doc

And this place is alright
and they treat me just kind
but there is one thing
that troubles my mind
I'm afraid I have missed
the right moment to die