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Tried to be little coy, even tried to be so very nice So this little tidbit, I will not be uttering twice Most firmly grip the truth, when it is all they are seeing Yet, you merely ignore, like a person with headphones, peeing The branch delicately extended, the olive oil gently drips Trying to figure out, what was done to deserve all of this For one merely requested, to hear kind words from a friend Never knowing those neuron pulses, were merely all pretend But moving on they say, just more water into the mote Still never think the end, formal goodbyes were never spoke...
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Formal goodbyes...
Tried to be little coy, even tried to be so very nice So this little tidbit, I will not be uttering twice Most firmly grip the truth, when it is all they are seeing Yet, you merely ignore, like a person with headphones, peeing The branch delicately extended, the olive oil gently drips Trying to figure out, what was done to deserve all of this For one merely requested, to hear kind words from a friend Never knowing those neuron pulses, were merely all pretend But moving on they say, just more water into the mote Still never think the end, formal goodbyes were never spoke...
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
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