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Jun 2012
Sing a song of sadness,joy not behold,
fighting for righteousness in three fold thought,
the heart is acheing,the truth is so cold

mind not for life is only a taproot
spreading the sweetness of pain in the foot

sing then,for this fate shall birth another
we live only just for awhile in time,
and fate trap on us like a wet feather.

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fesojaiye atanle
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