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The high noon sun is present now I'm dancing in the dust, Your ever-present lust is gone 
Blue for tears the sadness hidden inside.   Green just as emeralds vibrant  alive.    Gray dark clouds  preventing one  to enter her soul.  
There's snot in my nose And a pounding in my head. I don't wanna be at school. I'd much rather be in BED. Teacher, quit your talking, guys, just please shut up! I want my fuzzy blanket,
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