i will boast, behind your skill
I dream about you never will...
I speak about you never hear...
I kill about, you never heal...
Be as you might to steal...
You will not know what is real.
More to get as you try,
More you set on fire..
Dwindle upon our past?
More to see, oh, at last.
But no matter, for who will it be?
Kind of deceive, but no one will see..
Stranger
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