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My good fellow, you are a fool. You shine as bright as th' sun Yet your head is as an empty cave. One can!     ~     ~     ~     yell in! Your!     ~     ~     ~     ~     ~     left!
Grit in a glass. Confidence in a cup. Call it what you will, as long as you buy another gin and tonic.   I'm consistent in my ways, you're just another tab, that's got to pay.
Hello can you hear me? Is that you calling back, or just an echo? All alone in the dark, I will stay, Hoping to live another day.
Your mother should have warned you you should have known better than to watch the world with wadering eyes   You were not lucky enough to lose your voice but cursed much wose sweet foolish nymph
When I call out, And ask for help Nothing seems to come. Just my echoing voice Bounces back, leaving me alone. The echo comes in your criticism, And what you point out as wrong,
 
The delicate trill echoes, Beyond the little music box and throughout the room.   The delicate trill echoes, But a deeper silence pervades the endless gloom.   The delicate trill echoes,
The delicate trill echoes, Beyond the little music box and throughout the room.   The delicate trill echoes, But a deeper silence pervades the endless gloom.   The delicate trill echoes,
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