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Do I dare call upon what may be fair?
That I am only a constructive fraud.
The smell of blood lingers in the night air,
And I am left by love and lost to God.
This I that may take blame for Banquo's death,
When I said goodbye to you today
I knew it was for the last time
When I told you I love you
I meant it with all of my heart
When I told you to remember me
I wish you would have asked where I was going
As I’m listening to the rain,
As I’m going through this pain,
I remember the day,
When the world stopped for me.
