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Jun 2020
rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top
when the wind blows, the dreams will all stop
when the bough breaks, they'll also take the doll
and gone will be baby, cradle and all.
why are nursery rhymes all so dark
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Isaac  M/an impossible future
(M/an impossible future)   
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