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Hello, my lovely friend.
I have come to mend,
So please keep at bay.
No one cares anyway.
You're problems are mine.
Everything will be fine.
Problems will disappear,
And replaced by fear.
Thus I give you great care.
Trust me, if you dare.
As the wind blows past,
Your time has come at last.
While your problems are pallid
My remedy was never valid
Just like this illusive ballad
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