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This may be a sunrise,
But the sunrise on the darkest day is still bleak

I'm choking on the fumes of my own burning body
As you sang to me, and nailed me to a crooked cross


These lungs are made of glass
Forged in the furnace of contempt.
This heart is made of gold,
But it is covered in ash

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