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A cold summer morning, the snow should melt in less then two days.
,,Hah! We're here on trucks people c'mon let's do another race"
We drove plenty of surroundings of trees, 
I felt the urge to sneeze.
Covering my mouth with my arm.
,,It's called respect", they all mentioned in the farm.
But it will later harm.
My hands slipped through the rinds of the tree, 
I helt it tight and felt a sense of degree.
I was only seeing pale hands, 
mine that expands.
Snow covered my eyelash, 
heavy felt the big slash.
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These just on these stations
I see a girl with a heavy smile going to Vacation
I felt a tight swoosh 
But I don't see her I can't see them
My mind plays pam
 make it stop, or i don't really know if- hey does make it stop! She entered my mind a while
 Why make make it ah no make it stop,
Big was the connection on the file 
The record was cut in short of a while
 i ah i don't really know if these are getting all over these omg you are not getting make it stop outta this place if these really oh no these make make make it stop cause i ah i don't maybe it's juat make it stop. Hurt me
I am alone in the room

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