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May 2015
You deserves a lamp shade not a melting candle for woe is me, that I sojourn in obscure.

You deserves a clean sheet not a grime rag for woe is me, that I no pure.

You deserves a doctor not a band-aid for woe is me, that I no cure.

Woebegoness lingered on my soul so dont be a fool.

Then who is you to tell that thee? Saith the nobleman that captured the heart of me.

Then who is woe? If I can be the lamp shade to light the obscure sojourn of thee.

Then who is woe? If I can be the clean sheet to wipe the impurity of thee?

Then who is woe? If I can be the doctor to cure thee?

Who is woe?

Woe is me if you give up thee.
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