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Our Prince
He tears his skin apart,
with a blade that rips out his heart.
The tears stain his face,
he feels out of place.
He slices his wrist, he won't give the blade a rest.
Won't a Princess,come save our prince?
with a blade that rips out his heart.
The tears stain his face,
he feels out of place.
He slices his wrist, he won't give the blade a rest.
Won't a Princess,come save our prince?
Published 31st Jul 2014
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