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There is more to me

There is more to me than “I” I should rise above mine and “My” When I was a little child Love in my heart was piled.. Today I would do anything to get back To cuddle away in that sack Life was comfortable there When my feet was bare.. I didn’t have to worry about a thing When I didn’t live like a king.

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