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Apr 2015
It was your fault,
That this happened,
That this sparked,
Its all your fault.

It really is,
No matter what you say,
No matter what happens,
Its all your fault.

For if you set a fire under me,
Expecting a petty spark,
You instead get a wild fire,
Its all your fault.

It won't disappear,
It won't die down,
Its all your fault.

It will only grow,
And start up new flames,
Its all your fault.

You wonder why its all your fault?
Well the answer is simple,
Its all your fault,
For setting me ablaze.
Florence Maude
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Florence Maude
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   Marie Belle
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