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And now awake in thoughts, I see
Explained - a lead heart and a light head,
For while the hours shall console me
Awake, by her, alone on my bed.

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Gangster

It wasn't the cold bullet
That pierced my heart,
Or the fact that you shot it;
It wasn't the motive,
The madness or the mart,
Whence you'd once bought it.

Many a blood drop had I spilled,
To see you spill but none.
Many a mean soul had I killed,
If fate cruelly had some fun.

It was none of these I died from,
None had potency, quite none ;
If only I'd heard the wise, some,
If only you weren't the one

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