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We ain't that were mine
I washed myself
We ain't shaked me soup
My eye many truth
And i'm doing fine
But people call me march
I want to make
The same noise as a running horse
I want to hear the same noise as a lennning place
my eye many truth
and i'm doing fine
but people call me march
I'm feeling down on a store
I gave you a book
You burned down
and reading lies i could save
I try to look that what would be my grave
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