Lyretry

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They Are dead
While I live
Who is to choose
Who is to give

Such choices are taken
Without thought of malice
Those eyes gone black
Who will have us

Who can be this one
So knowing and cruel
Which is the learned
Who is the fool

This they all know
From within and out
To everyone who comes close
He will leave no doubt

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