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all onE...

can say is that life...

is pretty...

plain..

like watchin…

puddles...

gather rain...

all…

onE...

can do…

is just pour some tea for two...

n'…

speak...

mE point of view...

but it's not sane...

don't...

like my point of view...

you...

just want someone to say to mE

i'll always be there when you wake…

you know...

i'd like to keep mE cheeks dry...

stay with mE…

& i'll have it made...

n' i don't understand...

why i used to sleep all day...

n' why i start to complain...

n' there’s no rain...

all...

i can do…

is write a book to stay awake...

it rips my life away...

but it’s a great escape...

EscapE...

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