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The days that go by Day in and day out. My words would cry Don’t hurt me, don’t shout. The loudness of everyone roars in my tiny little ears,  Where I want to hear silence And my mind to be clear.
For days I have wondered what I shall do, Wandering the streets of my mind aimlessly through and through, Through dreams I see the beauty of all things arise,
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