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Jan 2021
the horizon goes dark
the storm comes in
its rains washes the dirt
but the grime remains
behind your smile you lie
don't ask me what i think of you
you wont get the answer you desire
i can't be your gentleman
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m  39/M/YUL
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     Eshwara Prasad and Khoisan
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