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+++++++++++++++++++++ I mourn thee the only way I know, with ice in my heart And fire in my lungs But most of all, I mourn myself.

. . . Hey, Hey! You'll play with me, won't you? A game of Life or Death . . . I won't lose. . . . But you'd forgive me if something happened, right?