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Feb 2011
A strange
Upon my characteristic life.
Lying to my face, he was.
Didn't know the name or the curtsy he bowed.
But he said he had to go to work everyday,
No. He was cheating upon the whole town.
Nobody knew until he came to the truth.
And nobody ever came to a truce.
What a strange change upon the young life.
A change,
I recall
Upon her poor heart.
Umm...Yeah...No explanation.
Melody
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