DEVILS FOX

Why must the man sing such a sorrowful tune?
Bounching off the walls it echoes the room. 

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Melting into sadness he was a sight for sorry eyes.

For all night long he would weep, he would cry.

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His wrists would bleed onto the floor,

for he could not feel the pain anymore.

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He could not speak, he could not breathe.

For he had buried it all, way too deep.

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It cut him sharply, it burned within.

All that was left, was worthless to him.

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And so he sung his sorrowful tune.

Until it was his time to visit the moon.

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