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Just like that the walls can crumble
Snap your fingers, hear them fall
Turn your back and listen close...
They'll sound as if they're mocking you
Flash freeze, enjoy the breeze
The calm before the storm
Lay me down inside my tomb
Leave me there alive
For life is full of empty threats
And unexpected blows
Here it's always quiet
Never a noise I don't approve
For lack of better knowledge
I close my eyes and smile
Please think of me as I wish to be...
Your friend,
The happy daughter.
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