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Dec 2011
Smoke on the mirrors,
Wish I could see you clearer,
But there's something between us,
I should of seen the lies,
I should of caught you in the web,
But when your in it,
You can't see a thing,
So here I am begging,
Let me see what's inside,
Instead of believing these lies.
R A Sanders
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