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Jun 2018
Fool me once, well, shame on you.
Fool me twice, oh my, it's me.
Fool we thrice, it's time, goodbye.

I can't believe what you've done to me.

What goes out must come back down.
Put your words back in your mouth.
Sadness grows somber flowers,
Tears falling calling showers.

Grow from falls, don't let it set,
Thorns and weeds will start to feed,
Now someone owes you a debt,
Sadness mixed with evil seeds.

Come back stronger, not back weak,
Sometimes that's all you can do,
It's not your fault trouble happens,
Just your fault what you will seek.
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