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Even before the day you were born
Life dealt you its first blow...
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I took my..... .....eyes off
the road.. ..and into...
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We all thought
this homeland had died...
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You swing that thing with ease each day
All that time in those leafed lands...
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True beauty shines within us
So why do we talk to mirrors...
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All seems different in our abode
The air boreal, denser...
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The years pass
too quickly now...
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You were my nightbook.
In you, I traced my stories...
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Darkness fell upon another summer
drenched in misty midnight and I...
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Oh dismal world you have me flung
into the deepest pile of dung...
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Handle me with care and
Embrace me with love...
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In God's own calendar,
...years are days...