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Son, My advice I hope you heed There was a time we said he's with handshakes Smiled with our teeth,but Now I was stunned to be greeted with a nod Shocked to be smiled with a wave of hand Son, There was a time we were kind with our hearts, Came together to celebrate sorrow,but Now son, We grieve on social media Gossip with our eyes All hid behind the pretty smiles
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