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Sep 2012
Wipe away your tears you drunk,
too many fears again,
you gave away all those years to a passing lullaby,
the poets end, the poets end.
Hello my friend, a martyr to pretend and still waters flow
to the heartaches that swallow your pride, comparability
too close for comfort and you wave to the poets end,
the poets end.
Harpo Rhum
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