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Mar 2011
Stars are glimmering into the sky
When we hold each other and don't know why
The moon falls asleep into the purple night
And we all think it's a beautiful sight
But the made man has to come here and he has to fight
It makes no sense, to his actions and words
Everything he says makes you feel worse
So stop stalling and shut him up
For I will rise above and turn into a dove
But he sips coffee from his infamous prized cup
And says that he's finally had enough
Simon Fletcher
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