Let Them Fly!
Hot irons and sharp knives falling,
Even dull knives.
Let them drop,
Let them fly.
Leave them alone
And let them land
Where they may.
Don't try to catch them!
Trust me.
I have the scars.
Even dull knives.
Let them drop,
Let them fly.
Leave them alone
And let them land
Where they may.
Don't try to catch them!
Trust me.
I have the scars.
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