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Mar 2015
I could sit and tell a story
Where tears are made of gold
And my dreams,
There's no mold
The dresses are puffy and blue
And beauty
Will never be due
I could tell a story
Dat Boi
Written by
Dat Boi  Philly
(Philly)   
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   SPT, Brianne, --- and Juneau
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