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Do I dare call upon what may be fair? That I am only a constructive fraud. The smell of blood lingers in the night air, And I am left by love and lost to God.   This I that may take blame for Banquo's death,
When I said goodbye to you today I knew it was for the last time When I told you I love you I meant it with all of my heart When I told you to remember me I wish you would have asked where I was going
As I’m listening to the rain, As I’m going through this pain, I remember the day, When the world stopped for me.
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