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May 2018
I heard from a friend
Who heard from a friend
That the end of the end
Was about to begin
That the end of the war
Would be reached like before
That the end of the times
Would come up as gray signs
Someone said go to bed
They're infecting your head
You'll never see it come
In your lackluster fun
I heard from a friend
Who heard from a friend
That the end of the end
Would begin from within
Pip
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Pip  14/F/America
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