You thought me dead.
Stabbing my head with garden shears.
Was it my deceit that was your last thread?
**
You didn’t just stop there, it appears.
Casting me off the shore with violent jeers.
Was it my deceit that was your last thread?
**
I had a feeling of dread.
When I felt your cold hand grab my ear.
Was it my deceit that was your last thread?
**
The silver blade sliced at my head.
The pain was as sharp as my fears.
You thought me dead.
**
Was it what I had said?
To cause this murderous rage, we were good peers.
Was it my deceit that was your last thread?
**
No matter now, time to switch gears.
I'll lift myself up with this dune grassy spread.
You thought me dead.
Was it my deceit that was your last thread?
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