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347 What else is there to do? 347, side, hide, glide Blinded by what is true To keep it in, I have tried Damn me, I played with fire My veins start to freeze in ice Melting in whim and ire Oh, through more seconds of lies To know more than one should Blame that silly, messy mind Pierce that weak soul, how shrewd Cast the fragile one behind Ran out of words to say Memorize these lips, this smile Story's fin on its way One page flipped as both beguile