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May 2021
The sun is shining outside, I guess
my blackout curtains won't show.
I'm almost all out of words
but if you look inside my head
it's so full it hurts.
I remember all about the old days,
the silly jokes, child's play,
I remember all the fun
but I'm really not the same.
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