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The Bittersuite – I

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Tell her you did not mean it,

Tell her it was a mistake,

Tell her she is gonna wake

And that she’ll never dream it

Ever again in this flesh,

Tell her I pray you, tell her,

Oh please! do not make her thresh

This path for it will fell her,

You cannot leave to silence

What your voice will not express

You cannot restore balance

By stitching up this old dress,

It will tear and it will fall

If you simply run and stall,

Tell oh tell her I tell you

Not for glory, nor a reward,

Not for the many, nor the few,

No, simply to move forward.

So just tell her t’was a lie

Or even that it was truth,

You must tell her, tell her why,

For what now can the pain sooth?

Tell her. Oh sing it! Scream it!

Don’t you see what is at stake?!

Her whole universe will break,

Telling her might redeem it…

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