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 The walls in my sister’s and my room Were covered in the most horrible wallpaper imaginable. We wanted to change the paper And so our mom started helping us. Piece by piece, We tore down the paper,
"That man died long ago" I heard his voice resonate through my bones He swore he loved her   Blue eyes he once adored  But she had green so he could afford  To stand to look at her   
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