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It'll just be a Tuesday.A Tuesday, normal to most.Just another day on the calendar. It'll be just another day of the week.
I laid everything out so plainly I delivered the maps and counted the steps Marked the spot with the proverbial ‘X’ and yet here you stand With no sense of direction, looking to me for guidance
Now I am gone My last curtain has been drawn. Remember when you first showed up? And were looking at my cup?   I remember.   Remember when we went to school,
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