the source of this problem
can't be traced to the stars
no no matter how hard
you try
it's not heaven above put this string
round your wrist,
that's lifting your hand
with dagger
in fist
but you look in my eyes
as by angels possessed
oh,
you must strike me down
it's your fate
you've been blessed
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