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Locate the moment at which you left
Just when I began to grow
Those things are not learned
They were born so that we are together.
My guitar in your legs rests
Its wood you cold moved away to you of my
you cannot make me anger
To either make me laugh, of these causes.
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Teaches to be, stepping on the air
to camouflage my fear with tears
I do not have but that to agonize far
And to shout hatred towards the deep thing.