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Life...


Jeans on the floor 

false whispers, blown gently

life produced, ajar is the door

realization comes clearly

 

time to be strong

doing this on your own

you were in the wrong

now loins have been sewn

 

so young

no longer knowing why

a song that's been sung

now looking towards the sky

 

 take care of this one

your precious son...

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