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Cold steel meets warm blood,
With the strain it runs and begins to flood,
The blade slides deeper, and blood begins to bud,
With a sigh of relief, it slowly dries, and cakes like mud.
Cold steel meets warm blood,
With the strain it runs and begins to flood,
The blade slides deeper, and blood begins to bud,
With a sigh of relief, it slowly dries, and cakes like mud.
