How much will you take
Until her heart breaks
Till she's drained of her art
Alone in the dark
Will you slice off her smile?
And fry it in style?
Will you drain her of colour?
Sell her soul by the hour?
Or will you be kinder?
Take her eyes out and blind her?
To the things that she saw
All those light years before
So that nobody knows
What she meant never grows
And it's left like a root
In a mountain of old forgotten hope
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