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Well Ingrid Bergman finally showed me the way
That a memory and truth will end my day
All the strife in my life, would've made me a good wife
As the story unfolds, the clearness of that knife
That would hold us hostage, in such a place
Maybe I know, or maybe I don't really know your face
But here I stand, like Superman, knowing the unknown plan
Run, Run, rabbit to the unknown land
Frankenstein's monster was a victim of the times
That is why I still love him, in all my rhymes
What will be, will be, and you know that I can see
Come, come my friend set me free, only you can hold the truth and the key
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