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Nov 2011
There goes another one
To the safe and special place
After drinking a cup
Of water
Don't say it's fate
Or it was their time
Cause the highs are always lows
The lows are always high
And we always peak the bell curve
Before we deep descend
Scurrying like little toy cars
Around the bend
Till it's just another morning
On a placid plateau
That's when death
Comes to say hello
So it can't be destiny
When we were getting better
We were getting better
They called it
An accident
But I know better
Lucy Tonic
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