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Mar 2018
One brick falls, replaced by another that doesn't quite fit
I have no excuses for why I just don't get it
And patience is my safe word when the world gets too rough
For another bad day takes something away from me I no longer have left to give
And I give a stone back to the crick
But They can't stop staring
And I just don't know why
I don't seem to get it
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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