Jacob
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I’ll never see my parents if they hug too many people,
and I’ll never see my friends if they are crowded by a steeple,
and I’ll never see my lovers if they die before I meet ‘em,
I could sit here and talk about
How all I need is an amount
Of money to make my life worth living.
But in the webs of subtle things
That this world of bustling
