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Cancer strikes without a sound, My friends life was laid down. Not to see a day past sixteen, So much talent was left unseen. I hugged his mom as she cried. Watching everyone say their goodbyes.
It's just for practice. Made for perfect.Clock the time, that's for working.Play the game call it sporting.Mail it in, importing.Pressing concern, important.
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