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Aug 2014
What an awful thing it is
to have pain reflected in you and me
I cry
you scream.
The cause of your pain searing through my veins
Your Pride at its high.
My vanity causing this calamity.
You cry
I die
so I must hide.
Dido
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Dido  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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