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He is pure machine
Built with no emotion
Two eyes so serine
Filled with bad intentions
The witch said follow me
I will bring you down
She said it wouldn't hurt
She said it would be fine
She gave me all her lovin
Yet another soul to die
He was pure machine
Who gathered all his focus
Withdrew a sword that gleamed
Forged with good intentions
The witch no more could breathe
For he had brought her down
She said it wouldn't hurt
She said it would be fine
She gave me all her lovin
Yet another soul to die
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