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He was love  Love as a dove He love sweetly from above.    He was the pleasure of every heart  Melodious beat every, in every beat  The song sung from afar which lit.   
Still darkness engulfs me Like a sea of liquid ink When a hand palms my chest Bashing like a bomb Bashing like a bomb Rhythmically Just as I take the offensive I see the mistaken oppressor
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