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Oct 2015
Pretending, to me has become so real and dear, i pretend even though
You're no longer here, wearingΒ Β a false face smile,for all to see
A clown in the mirror to be,naturally,I tell myself to be honest and
Even try, but when nobody's looking, tears flow from my eyes
Its gotten so, each day of life, my lying is done, so skillfully, lost your
Love ,so very long ago, the love has sailed, on by, and cannot get you
To hear this earnest plea, with my head in my hands,o woe is me


















ool everyone both near and far, a clown mask to be,i tell myself to
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
(phila,pa 19144)   
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