.All the doves that fly past my eyes,
Have a sickness to their wings,
In the doorway of my demise I stand,
Encased in the whisper you taught me
How does it feel? It feels blind.
How does it feel? Well, it feels blind.
What have you taught me? Nothing.
Look at what you.
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