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Sep 2015
once upon a midnight dreary I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory of a phone call and of what you said
like a game-show contestant with a parting gift
I could not believe my eyes
when I saw through the voice of a trusted friend
who needs to humor me and tell me lies. Yeah, humor me and tell me lies.
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