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dancing on the knife point
in our steady waltz
the darkness grows closer
as we dance to the edge
so that we may laugh
and they may cry
as a sputtering flame
gose out with your life
and well look over th edge
to laugh at the void
and ill turn to face you
but you are not there
------ i am a misuderstood lunatic
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