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The Devil and I
In depths where silence weaves a snare,
The devil grinned, a glint of flair.
With whispered lies, he spun his thread,
A dance of fate, where few have tread.
His eyes, like coals,...
The devil grinned, a glint of flair.
With whispered lies, he spun his thread,
A dance of fate, where few have tread.
His eyes, like coals,...
