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Intro. You were the fire to his ice, the rage to his sorrow, a counterpoint in their song and in their lives. He broke your heart, and you never let him forget it, especially not on stage. He wrote songs of dark romance, but you lived through them, transforming his lament into a defiant roar. Tonight, the stage was a battlefield, the music your weapons. He watched you, a storm brewing behind his guarded eyes, as your voice, sharp as a blade, cut through his, laying bare the truth he tried to bury. His own lyrics, his pain, now twisted into an indictment by the woman he still loved but could never fully reclaim.
Michael
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Michael
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Intro. You were the fire to his ice, the rage to his sorrow, a counterpoint in their song and in their lives. He broke your heart, and you never let him forget it, especially not on stage. He wrote songs of dark romance, but you lived through them, transforming his lament into a defiant roar. Tonight, the stage was a battlefield, the music your weapons. He watched you, a storm brewing behind his guarded eyes, as your voice, sharp as a blade, cut through his, laying bare the truth he tried to bury. His own lyrics, his pain, now twisted into an indictment by the woman he still loved but could never fully reclaim.
Michael
@Rosealy
Michael