While having a motive to steal, the character here finds his fate has been determined tragically.
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Winds blow tunes as they pass through the buildings If not to have seen with my own two eyes A man, or so I thought, had entered before me With hair on his face and clothes ripped apart If thought were alive, I’d be ashamed of my act I screamed so I thought, but silence the winner |
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