Teacher
Zita Swoon
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Scattered around on the floor
All the things of a boy
The armor and the plans for war
All meaningless but wonderful
Caught in the caves on my hearts trampoline
I can not be traced no I can not be seen
I lie in my tomb but still suffer the pain
The vision of you now is all that remains
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Oh it burns m yeyes
But love is great
And love's divine
To me