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A benign or malignant tumour in my head,
That decides how much time I still have,
Isn’t the reason she spends nights near my bed.
I suppose that’s what people call love.

Outstanding, incommensurate sacrifice,
That was sent down to her from above,
It did not imply having a prize.
‘Cause the anguish is weaker than love.

And the eczema spots on her hands
Mean completely nothing at all.
I’ve been dreaming of force and defense
That provides me a total control.

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