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I used to know a girl sad and bare was she she cried all the time and never thought  about the bright side Hope had abandoned her her spirit destroyed her she never knew what to do
It is you with whom I speak, when the pen becomes my voice.When the cell bars of this prison-like mind slide open,you are the haven I seek under the full moon at 3 a.m.
Right shoulder, snow, Left shoulder, sky.  I am tumbling through a world of icy sensation.  No thought exists here, no form of mental concentration, Only activation of the senses:
A violent alcoholic once told me “knowledge is power.”
oh father what has happenedto you? what on earth stole from you your guitar? and told you to stop singing to your baby girl?  oh father theres a darkness that settles in your eyes thsese days.
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