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| Non Chalant by � chibilunacat And in the mind, and in the heart, the heathens die, but never start To caress the night and hold it high to touch the stars upon the sky But love no one, and hate them none, to watch a thousand battles won And dance upon the dewy grass, a thousand reflections in a looking glass. To kiss fair death, and hold his hand, slide through razors just to stand. And listen to a song, angelic in tune with the start of every life, deaths coming soon. But never weep, and never cry and don't you ever question why- A blast and the ball of the cannon is hurled, to seek ever answers in a non chalant world. |