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From the time she started breathing
She would concoct schemes as if she were making a potion
A life of crime kept her going
She found that her soul was darker than the ocean
Who knew,That love was a thief?
Not I,Until it robbed me of my heart.
Who would’ve thought,That when in love you’d grieve?
Not I,Until I watched you leave.
