My mental disease could only be cured

If you were dead – of that I was sure.

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I’d been there before, so knew where to go.

I walked through the hail, rain, sleet and snow.

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Finally, there was the house of Assassin.

The door was open, so I tiptoed in.

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I went to the study, and she sat there:

Rosy cheeks, green eyes, curly black hair.

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I pulled out the money, and said to kill you.

It was that one task she needed to do.

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She opened her drawer, and pulled out a gun.

Said “Alright, if this is what needs to be done.”

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I left quickly and went back home

Through hail, rain, sleet, snow – alone.

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When I got to my room, Assassin was there.

Rosy cheeks, green eyes, curly black hair.

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She shot me just once, and I fell on the bed.

I bled out the red, and so – you were dead.