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Despair

Now you've gone you've turned out to be wicked, with some useless air you are in highbound despair At the verge of high emotion you confound your tenses on a merry go round please find your own way perturbing on the cheap isn't very lifesize Allow the setting Sun to be your guide Feeble as ever who will ever set you free

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