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"I could write a poem, oh the darkest.
Where the skies are the blackest.
Where the sky here shines red.
And the demons come knocking, they dont live under the bed.
And there is rivers of blood.
And the worst of everything bad.
But darling, I don't own a heart that is capable of that.
Not me, not this heart.
Because this heart would...
Where the skies are the blackest.
Where the sky here shines red.
And the demons come knocking, they dont live under the bed.
And there is rivers of blood.
And the worst of everything bad.
But darling, I don't own a heart that is capable of that.
Not me, not this heart.
Because this heart would...