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You didn't rip me apart at the seams Though you might as well had You took your time Clipping string after string Making sure there where no loose ends That the ties where knotted tight Two pieces of silk You where left standing with They represented before and after One was white One was black The white one turning red The black one burning turning into ashes White Innocence Me before I met you Black Emptiness Me after I met you | ||||||||||||||
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