Oh, sweet Jesus, don't say it ends this way. He turned to me and sadly said, "Everything ends someday." I can't forget I've been negligent with delicate things. Oh sweet Jesus, don't say it's really the end, the things I've done to my only friend. I sold my soul just like I said I would, all that's left now is to hope she understood. I can't forget I've been negligent with delicate things.
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