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i will dig myself out of this grave you made for me. i will dig up my very own bones my very own shreds
I am old, My hair is gray, My skin is wrinkled. I am young, My blonde curls dance in the light, My youth shines on my face. I am holding a shovel. One pile of dirt
I. This man, though some considered sour, died from laughter. II. A pair of identical twins, could never tell them apart so one wonders who got this spot.