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Mar 2
To give you all of it right back,
earnest efforts keep on and on.
So you never saw it obvious,
a turbid soul you could hone.

In the reach of my hands, you
were lying, but it's been a while,
been tired guiding the crack of life
won't you come run my extra mile?
I'll be there forever
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