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Lo, my Reaper to thy beloved How hath looked upon me bold? When the Rains have happened there of And left your Legacy in Gold.  
Hello Mr. mustang, please don’t text while you drive Unless of course you are ready to die In that case please don’t do it here When children and innocent people are near For not everyone is prepared for their death
I saw her on a sunny day Her hair bright and flowing  Her dress a pale shade of blue Her smile set my world aglow   On the bluest of days When I look in her deep blue eyes  I can feel her warmth
Everything rang in my old house The clocks and the doorbells And even the ID tags.   Now I've stopped time  And realize who I hate.  At the Garden of the Gods. Have you seen me?
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