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I saw a face from childhood, |
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I don't care what gender my towel is. |
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If Everything was my fault people would worship me. |
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I'm not yet ready to clip my wings, but when I choose the feathers fall forever |
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But the Mirror never says I Love You |
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Though I have no money, I am wealthy. |
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Gossip is like butter; |
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Of whose reality do we dream? |
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Leave if you intend no Return. |
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Death will outlive us all |