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Dec 2018
How are you?

                                Aye,          I do,
                                       nose
                              an
                           ­          aye  for
                                  an         eye
cry
Yes, that is the price,
Yes I understand what you mean when you say
I am fine, really,
I am fine, please don't ask me because I am fine.
The price of sorrow,
a weak of mournings.
Written by
Dave Davidson  27/M/not enough boxes
(27/M/not enough boxes)   
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