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3d
She seemed like someone who I was looking for my whole life,
But who knew she was like something we call a knife.
Each day I watch her walk with him, a silent scar,
Smiling like moonlight, yet feeling so far.
And here I stayβ€”cut by hope, from just behind the bar.
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Hex  M
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     Pagan Paul and Traveler
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