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Aug 2014
Up, down, left, right, just like a merry go round.
That is our relationship.
Over the mountain, under the mountain, around, never through.
Tell me you love me for once, instead of beating around the bush.
Tell me exactly why it is your mad, so I can fix it.
So sick of this merry go round, I want off.
It used to be fun, now its just plain dumb.
Field Of Moons
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