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May 2012
I was placed in your pocket with your will to be
   Weird
  Every thought skewed my vision on what I thought
Should be clear
I had the world as my shoulders and
My head was the sun
  What I gave you wouldn’t take
Now what I gave is on the run
Paul Rousseau
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