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I’m drawing lines in the sand

As beacons of my pain

They’re pathways untarnished by the rain

And I turn and lift my hand…

I’m calling on the gods of death

To follow these paths to me

I stand at the midpoint for them to see

As I offer my last breath

“Converge, converge,

And take away my sorrow

Crush me into the dust of tomorrow

For this heartache I cannot purge!”

By now love you have forgotten me

So my face you shall not miss

But I cannot forget your every kiss

As I bleed under the willow tree…