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Mar 2019
Who what why when where and how.
I find myself between them all
Shackled skies torment me
I lift the stacks of who what where why and how
I find in the end it pays no worthy chap to bother
For to lift the shackled skies bestowed upon you
A wise man in the seedy alley told me to step outside of the box
So be it, I finally found myself again
Written by
Yz Doo
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