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The Courtroom

You can die in a courtroom

No bloom in your face

What can erase

The chase you find so important

And so you rant

Like a pissed up tramp

No lamp lights your way

Oh, I tell a lie

Come by and sit with me

Just a moment of your time

Speak loudly, I am a bit deaf

A bit death? Said I

No, they sound similar

I am familiar with your case

I suggest you brace yourself

I have news, none of it good iam afraid

So I delayed telling you


I hate to be the bearer of sad tidings

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