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The art of suicide
Nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which where
The pain's to pure to hide
Bidges of sighs meant to conceal lovers lies
Under the arches of moon light and sky
ItÂ’s suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why..

Life is not blind
Maybe someday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there a story that ought to be heard
Because there a lesson that really ought to be learned

The world is full of poets,
We donÂ’t need anymore
The world is full of singers,
We donÂ’t need anymore
The world is full of lovers,
We donÂ’t need anymore