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Burn me in effigy.
There goes another photograph.
Hey! What are you saving it for?
Not for me.
Burn me in effigy.
I never thought twice anyway.
Hey! Shepherds come 'round
although there's not any sheep.
{Well...never in my wildest dreams. Never...}
You'd burn me if you could
but you'll make do with images of what we were.
And the smoke tastes like regret and tears.
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