That life would come and help us carry on.
What friend am I to life? What friend am I indeed?
That I could craft or I could kill, and still wash my hands so clean.
They told me once that bloodstains stain,
Yet somehow you seem so pure again.
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That life would come and help us carry on.
What friend am I to life? What friend am I indeed?
That I could craft or I could kill, and still wash my hands so clean.
They told me once that bloodstains stain,
Yet somehow you seem so pure again.
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