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I feel like I’m on the brink of something  Like I’m right on the edge Like I’m right about to get to it Like I’m right there on its tail And I only have to reach my hand out And take it...
A tear A tear Cascades to the sunshine on the floor At one point in time she illuminated me My being I realized the disguise And choked on her rays Sticky labels stuck to my skin
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