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I am death, and death is I
My love darkens up the skies
I know no truths, only lies
I am death, and death is I

She is love, and love is she
From her you must never flee
She will always bring me to my knees
She is love, and love is she

He is madness, and madness is he
To your mind, he holds a key
With your blood he will drink his tea
He is madness, and madness is he

You are kindness, and kindness is you
You might not tell things that are true
But you will give them love and lies
You are kindness, and kindness is you

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