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Peppers bleed as the love receives her
Waste of breath all this stoic stealth
Beyond poppied hills we see
The meeting point of our history
Impressions of life
Confusion is rife
Tell a lie then intensify
All your thoughts of hate to articulate
On poppied hills we see
The meeting point of our history
Impressions of life
Confusion is rife
