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Oh, I can smile with my eyes and be content staring at open skies for hours on end no compromise And I can see into your soul it's not so hard but hard to console And I have found a person dead and I remember the words she said but that was then and only then And my heart aches and my heart looms but I rarely cry and rarely will And I will smile when I'm sad and rhyme until this concience passed Oh, can you smile with your eyes? And have you found a person dead? And have you heard what I have said? And I can listen with my heart, and you can shred it part by part, but compassion will not bleed and bart And will you shred it part by part? And will you shred me part by part? Notes; Please don't ask who the dead woman is. If you were going to, I have special name for you; dumbass. It's elegy and I'm not down with talking about it. Besides that, when I used the word 'bart' in the second to last paragraph is the same as saying 'trade'. That's where the part about betrayal comes in. Beside that, hoped you enjoyed it, cuz I technically just posted part of my diary on the internet